Sackful Of Promises Poem by Francie Lynch

Sackful Of Promises



I met you with a full bag of promises,
Leaking out a corner hole;
Leaving a trail even Gretel could follow.
You were lurred, picked up the droppings
Til you were sated,
Then turned back home,
Turned away;
The hook fell out -
We fell out,
Those promises lost their flavor.

Wednesday, March 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: lost love
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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