Tuesday, March 25, 2008

PROMISES ARE MEANT TO BE BROKEN

We wish you were there
In drunken dreams, in love
In times of desperation
And aching gaps of existence

Former love, we say
But who are we kidding?
We long for you evermore
The present lies steeped in a past

It was so full of dreams of the future

One tires of love and friendship
One tires of all good intensions
One really does tire of good advice soon
I guess we shall never love again

I pass on the coin you gave
I trample, I tread, I slaughter
What goes around, goes around, around
And promises, they are meant to be broken

2 comments:

Parjanya said...
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krish said...

dreams and reality seperated by a thin veil of cloaked feelings :)