Promises that are made often end up broken
Many times there are words often left unspoken
When truth is not heard- lies become the words told
When you hear it more than once soon it all gets old
Make them all believe-and they believe in you
Capture their silence, until they also believe it's true
Lies keep getting even bigger; promises so easy to make
Is the promise true or did they lie to you?
Only you can decide which is fake.
Roses are given to a lover-
with thorns, that are sharp when they stick
A sign there is no other, hurts if you touch to quick
Blood upon your finger-color is deep dark red--
Like a thorn in the heart, when love is torn apart
Stains, show how bad you have bled
Promises and hearts often get broken, in time, all love will fade
Whispers were once softly spoken, are now words of feeling betrade
Words can't exist without a meaning;
Stories are either written or read
But you search for the truth, yet keep leaning
Till you fall back on the thoughts in your head
Love, once was not so demanding
Relationships did not leave us confused
Two people together once standing
Become one from being so used
Heartaches, pain, and sleepless nights
Someone gives, someone receives
Hope, dreams, and promises-
Someone takes, someone believes
Trust.... becomes a must, still there is always doubt
Can you ever love again? How will you ever find out?

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By Sheila May King (§weetcheeks §heila)
Copyright © 2005 Sheila King.
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