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Promises
Hopefully whole and dreadfully broken. Rejoiced hearts, shattered dreams, unbearable pain. The destiny of one, the fate of a million, different Kinds of faces, tremendous joy or excessive pain Hangs, like a portrait on a rusty nail, On the spurious promises of ephemeral minds. An expeditious wall of wretched waves crashing On my mind like planes on terra firma. The promises I have failed to keep, cost Me dearly, berating my heart and robbing my sleep. Anathemas form in my mind, I punch my pillow, Longing to escape my shame, etched in my feet. My feelings are stronger than ever Evanescent flings with rationalizations Leave me plunged in new discomfort. I cannot run from my actions I have to turn myself in- to the man I should become. Promises are the colours Expressing the art of my content. I crumble, re-erect and re-assess Myself. The final mask has not been cast, To the soles of my feet. People who mean nothing and those Who mean all, unlock my heart And make me feel everything. Promises are the epitome of me, Stumbling in fates' cage, I yearn A whole heart, by an honored promise.
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