Seven broken promises in seven empty days.

Seven promises in seven days

seven sets of empty words to say.

But you know what? That’s okay.

I see the way you like to play.

So cheers to another warring day.

Fuck you are the words i’d like to say.

I know I’ll get there, i’ll be okay.

So don’t even try to manipulate play.

Cos tomorrows just another empty day.

‘I forgot.’ the empty words you say,

‘we’ll do it now, it’ll be okay.’

But you know by then i’ll refuse to play

and you’ll celebrate another broken day.

‘Not this time.’ are the words i’ll say.

because I know I got this, i’ll be okay

i’ll regain control and then i’ll play.

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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