broken promises

caravans,

that's how best

you can describe his promises

forever,

a word he used

to cover up lies

(i will hold you for 100 years)

his lips

once tasted like

morning sunrise and mimosas,

now a bottle of broken words

and hollow promises

in sorrows hands, i lay my heart,

Etched by tears this love i felt,

now sentenced to deplete

a tear glistening in my face

the wild horse called love

got nowhere to run

do you miss me too?

or have i found myself betrayed?

#dedicated