Empty Promises

I can recall alot of empty promises you made.
And I can remember several times when you got my hopes up,
 Then crushed them like it was nothing.
These feelings I know well.
Because I always let myself fall for it.
Even though I knew what would happen.
I always thought you would change.
That's a lie.
I always hoped you would.
That maybe just once,
 You'd want to be a part of my life, for good.
But who was I kidding.
You couldn't even remember my birthday.
I don't know if I can ever forgive you, for what you've done.
The day you came to the hospital to see your granddaughter after she was born,
I let my hopes get so high again.
And no surprise you crushed them.
I might forgive you one day.
But I'll never forget.
And I'll never let you hurt my daughter.
Like you hurt me, your daughter.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Orozco Avatar
April 22, 2009 at 6:03 PM
My dad would beat me almost everyday.... I fell you truly I do. Nicely written it brought a tear to my eye. -darkpoet
Adams Avatar
March 12, 2009 at 3:51 PM
Thanks for your kind comment on my poem, "Life is a tree." Im soo sorry about your father. Mine left me when i was about 7 months old, and hasnt made an effort to write, speak, or see me again. Today I am 13, so to me its been my whole life. I feel your pain. I'm also writing a poem about my father called "dear dad" Im almost done, and its alot like yours. Again im soo sorry anout ur father. Great POem. Much love, ~Catherine:)
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March 10, 2009 at 8:01 PM
Ashley, I'm so sorry your father didn't remember your birthday. Someday, his actions will come back to haunt him. Thanks for sharing this good verse, Carolyn
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