promises are promises,
words of truth untold,
behold my love and honesty,
with strength withholding,
unfortunately.
trying turns futile,
head shaking, fingers tapping.
leaving my soul,
i take flight in day,
and settle in by night.
bells are ringing,
harshly in my ear.
quietly i turn,
away to sight,
walk away to curl and hurl.
tuesday morning,
those yellow flowers,
they turn grey,
melting into the ground,
telling me the day is gone.
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