Promises are meant to be broken,
That's what they always say.
But my face is always soaken,
With the tears I've shed today.
If promises don't last,
Then why am I living?
It means that my entire past,
Wasn't worth the giving.
Living day to day is stressful,
When happiness evades you.
Nothing seems to fill this hole,
That leaves my feelings askew.
Broken promises are meant to be,
Or perhaps never to have been said.
Now after all the pain, I see,
What should've stayed in my head.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 8:48 AM UTC
Promises are meant to be broken,
That's what they always say.
But my face is always soaken,
With the tears I've shed today.
If promises don't last,
Then why am I living?
It means that my entire past,
Wasn't worth the giving.
Living day to day is stressful,
When happiness evades you.
Nothing seems to fill this hole,
That leaves my feelings askew.
Broken promises are meant to be,
Or perhaps never to have been said.
Now after all the pain, I see,
What should've stayed in my head.
