Saturday, 19 June 2010

Promises

The icy breath of broken promises
caresses wounds of your troubled heart
when sun is setting over the horizon
of a complicated lie.
The beams of truth are seeping in
through the rusty iron bars
that keep your soul confined
between the crumbled walls
of your fallen confidence.
The icy breath of broken promises
creeps through the surface of your skin
when doubts are lining in an endless line
threatening your everyday life.
The innocence and hopes
of your inner child
seem to disappear
with the fading light of your smile.

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