#3brokenpromises
Everything we'd designed
used to fit us both;
gorgeously
All the songs we'd sung
used to sound;
perfectly.
But look at us now
words quenched, faces dismayed;
sadly
Where are all those castles we'd built; in the air
where are all those poems we'd written; in the stars
where are all those gardens we'd planted ; with hope
And that fire that kept our spirits alive
Drifting through the winds of despair is now
ashes
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC