December 5, 2011
Promises meant to be ignored,
Vows made to be broken.
Words supposed to be bent,
Leaves a soul shaken.

Love is taken lightly,
As is the outcomes.
You'd never predict,
What was yet to become.

Anxiously waiting the end,
The ringing of recurrence.
But won't it just happen again?
Yes, there's assurance.

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