Replay Poem by Dislocated Heart

Empty promises,
with words that held no meaning,
hallow moments,
tracing small victories.

Replay thoughts,
with nothing left to hide,
times like this,
who would of thought..
to lie, lie, lie.

Empty dreams,
with nothing left to chase,
hallow soul,
my warmth is now cold.

Gather what remains,
a crumb of what's left..
I am so ashamed.

Could it possibly be?
Why was I so naive.
to have just believed..
with my core completely sullied.