Promises aren’t worth a dim anymore,
empty words that immediately lose their value,
the moment they leave the lips that uttered them.
Human beings no longer know,
the value of truth and a man’s word,
how when all else is lost,
your word, your honour, your truth;
is all that you'll have to pride yourself with,
maybe even survive.
The oath between two beings
has been soiled so much so,
that even the vows said between two hearts,
is no long till death do us part,
but rather till life exposes human nature.
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