Empty Promises

Some memories are hurtful
they rob me of control
There’s danger behind them smiling eyes
troubling my mind
day-in & day-out
attacking from behind the shadows of your lies
tearing thru my flesh
and eating at my crusted heart
sitting on the point of no return
the threat of danger circling on high
with piggish insincerity & doubt
and most assuredly
the dealer must be blind

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Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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