Promises lay broken like the toy broken forever
Only heard in echoes were the sobs breaking in air.

Promises were the seeds that were sowed on ones heart
When it was the time to reap they pulled their words back.

The harvest was sold and profits were booked
Everything was done at the cost of ones trust.

Promises are the words that flows freely anywhere
They cannot be trusted though they are written deep in ones heart.

It was mere a game to play with ones heart
Where each breath cried on being fooled in life.

While standing in front of mirror they smile back through the broken pieces
One cannot forget the words that pierced the knife in ones heart!

© 2016 Geetha Jayakumar
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