Broken Promises Poem by Micron Jan

ou made promises of things you'd do,
But not once did they come true.
They whispered hope I held so tight,
Yet quickly rotted, lost their light.

Your promises were poison cloaked in honey,
Sweetness masking pain, making life seem sunny.
I fell for them, again, again,
When will I learn? Oh, when, oh when?

I clung to hope, so painfully blind,
A trance of words that clouded my mind.
Perhaps I should not dream of what may be,
Of things that may never come to me.

For a time your promises lifted my heart,
Then failed, and tore it all apart.
Delusions dressed as dreams, a cruel scheme,
Events never meant, objects never seen.