Daniel Sims

Rookie (Aylesbury, England)

Broken Promises

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.

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