• Promises

    Whispers of the wind pass my face
    Wisps of hair burn my eyes,
    Nothing is right, but nothing is wrong
    In this world we are make believe.
    Nothing is true, nothing is false.
    A promise will be made, meant to be broken;
    A tear will form, meant to be fallen.
    Somewhere a soul will fade, fade off into another day
    Alas! Our bonds have been broken, with these harsh words
    Left unspoken. Silence kills in the deepest of ways….
    What is real? And what is make believe….
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