I’ll see them

Laying on a bed of shadows

Laughing on broken promises


Never able to look forward

Even when I want to

Vering back to the hope

Eating up the good memories

Resting my head on forgotten promises

Feeling as I once was

Eerily beautiful in its complexity

Exciting my inner child

Lasting only in false promises

The mistakes hurt me most

Heaving chest coupled with salted tears

Every stab given from lost promises

Same as before is what I want

A hand to hold during the days

My heart aching to get it back

Even if it can’t mend the promises

Posted by:emileeh

I'm a young writer trying to get into the freelance business. I enjoy writing creative pieces like short stories and poetry and reviews.

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