Promises
A Poem by Allana Alberto
You fed me lies
Sweets that I want to hear
I’ll love you always and forever
Hot air passes against my cold skin
As you whispered that in my ear
To capture this lonely heart
As a prize for you to win
You fed me lies
Sweets that I want to hear
I’ll love you always and forever
Hot air passes against my cold skin
As you whispered that in my ear
To capture this lonely heart
As a prize for you to win
Yes nothing is more torturous than fake promises. 👏