they come
they tease
they promise
they please
such a joy to the heart
that bleeds
a tempting meal to the one in need
’til I gave in to their promises
empty as it has been
like paper tigers
they offer no fear
I fall
I crawl
I drip
I weep
and the next cistern of promises
broken
empty
I keep.
3 comments:
"like paper tigers" .... aaaahhhhhh.... :)
I like that imagery...it's so.... romantic.... :) And childlike..... :)
i also had fun writing this hahah... thanks C!
:D
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