Promises.
By camus
Fri, 28 Oct 2005
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I hear your voice in my head
Making impossible promises
true love,
dreams.
Pie in the sky.
Blind eye turns to reality.
I see your face in my mind
expectant
As you wait for never to arrive.
You pin your hopes
on my promises.
I am telling you lies.
Me, the deceiver.
My promises are hollow, and
I shield you
from this reality.
Say thank you.
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