You’re No Good
The words you spoke, a bitter sting,
A hollow tune that lost its ring.
A promise cracked, each vow undone,
A fading shadow of the sun.
Your smile, a mask, so neatly worn,
A bloom of thorns, a rose still torn.
The sweetest lies fell soft as rain,
Yet left behind a silent pain.
You’re no good — I see it now,
The empty truth behind your vow.
No silver shine, no golden thread,
Just quiet ghosts of words unsaid.
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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