Broken Promises Poem by Daniel Sims

Promises are mere hollow words,
Meaningless like me to the birds,
But they represent us, or what we were,
This hollow-like feeling seems to recur.

The vow of trusts between two friends,
Turns to hate, even disgust, and then it ends,
The truth of it all is hard to believe,
But the hate of your soul, is easy to achieve.

For the girl I loved, and which you knew,
You stole from me, and now she loves you,
So I plot my revenge, for the cold-hearted fiend,
Who knew R could've changed a word, or intervened.

Good friends help and lie for one another,
Unless, of course, it concerns one's other,
Because then, it seems, your so-called friend,
Brings you to your buckling knees, the end.