PROMISES

                       PROMISES


 Blood of a man spills' from a wound created,


 From a wounded heart runs' blood unseen.


 Broken will be our spirits' by those we trust,


 These are the words' of men with no morality.


 Promises are made with the slip of a tongue,


 Easily spoken from minds' without thought.


 Hearts' and souls', those with no dreams',


 They take what they can, from their hands' they 
 Squeeze.

 Promises, promises, words' with no character,


  From those with no heart, broken, always broken.


                             Keith Garrett 

2 thoughts on “PROMISES

  1. Pada tanggal Jum, 13 Agt 2021 11.23, keithgarrettpoetry menulis:

    > Man of many thoughts posted: ” PROMISES Blood of a man spills’ from a > wound created, From a wounded heart runs’ blood unseen. Broken will be our > spirits’ by those we trust, These are the words’ of men with no morality. > Promises are made with the s” >

    • Thanks for reading.

      On Sun, Aug 15, 2021 at 1:28 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:

      > Respond to this comment by replying above this line > New comment on keithgarrettpoetry > > * GAYOBUCKS > > commented on PROMISES > * > > PROMISES Blood of a man spills’ from a wound created, From a wounded heart > runs’ blood unseen. Broken will be our … > > https://youtu.be/5LI5sJeE8a8 > >

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