The Mistress of Word Play

Do you still recall,
the words we spoke,
once before,
the sunlight broke,
and night,
became the day?

Do you still remember,
swearing how,
we would always feel,
as we feel now,
no matter what came,
our way?

I still believe,
the words I spoke,
once when morning,
quietly woke,
me from that,
tender musing.

It seems that you,
have forgotten now,
you try to find,
a way somehow,
to cover,
your abusing.

A promise once spoken,
should always be,
and yes you swore,
an oath with me,
but how foolish,
a child I've been.

A promise forgotten,
is hard to forgive,
and for as long,
as the two of us live,
I could never,
trust you again.








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