Broken Promises

Posted on May 10, 2012


Much was said about this week
Promises were made to keep
But it came swift and sure
As did broken promises raw

So there she sits on her own
In her flat, doesn’t feel like home
Feeling drained with all the lies
Sometimes she just wants to cry

Maybe she should’ve just gone
On her own to a place in the sun
That she did think for a while
No wonder she now doesn’t smile

Then the postman dropped the bills
On her floor, if looks could kill
So now she’s stuck in her hell
This town the angels forgot to help

Fed up with broken promises all the time
Fed up with all the lies
She just wants to start anew
Under a new sky eternally blue…

Posted in: Poetry