Broken promises day by day
Don't know why it's so
Maybe just to ease the mind
Of letting things just go
Rather say you can't or wont
Or something else instead
But broken promises arent good
They mess around my head
What's the use of pointing out
These things you do not see
Or should I say you know they're there
A blind eye seems to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem