Empty Promises
The emptied bottle's contents
Are swirling down the drain
But when tomorrow comes
She'll pay with pills and pain
Her meager meal is forgotten
Flushed down the greedy pipes
But when tomorrow comes
She'll just go on to cuts and stripes
The cigarettes are gone now
"Im gonna quit I swear"
But when tomorrow comes
Those words were never there
The drugs are in the trash bin
The needles thrown away
But when tomorrow comes
She'll play a whole new game
The razors in the dumpster
Awaiting tomorrow's hurt
Because when tomorrow comes
The promises are worth as much as dirt
Copyright © Darcy Thomas | Year Posted 2013
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