What happened to all your promises
The ones we padlocked on a bridge
"Until the sun burns out", you said
Meaningless spittle you flung off a ridge
If only I realised then
The flowers were never once bright
The day you lured me into your garden
The thorns were hidden just out of sight
Of broken vows; Of broken yesterdays
A story of hate where dead roses lay
I'll let you cut me to a bloody, pathetic mess
At the very least, it will definitely hurt less
-Izzat R.
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