Hollow words seeping from your cold lips,
Entering are yesterday’s broken promises.
Arising are the sullen tears from the past,
Remembering the whispers in my naïve ear.
Intuitively my heart knows the difference.
Never more shall I hear substance in emptiness,
Gathering strength instead from inner voices.
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I'm happy to have crossed paths with you. Poetically that is. You are a very talented writer. Don't ever stop!