
Another poem for my Dad. I'm sick of the lies, sick of the broken promises, and really sick of the excuses.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Drama - Words: 156 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-16-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2291397
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The air is thick, the tensions is palpable
It's getting hard to breathe
I'm suffocating here but you don't see
Everyday it just gets worse
The unspoken words scream their silent reminders of what isn't there.
You smile and say I love you
Another lie
Words to continue the façade
The lies keep growing
Impossible to ignore
The walls are closing in
Times running out
Do you love me or do you not
You reach out for my sympathy
But its there no more
I tried to forgive
But I can never forget
Forever engraved in my mind is the lies, the excuse, the broken promises…
You promised me
I had your word
It means nothing
Times running out
It's getting harder to breathe
You continue your lies paying no heed
You promised me…
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