Her Broken Promises “Poem”
Her broken promises comes like the cool wind late at night
She snatched the ring from my hand
She kissed me and said
I am the promised one for this ring
She exclaimed “I love you”
I answer not but felt it
She then disappears like a ghost
Where is she?
What about all the promises?
How can she let all go?
A lair was she or a nightmare
Love not a women O men of ego
Every night becomes intolerable
I am a martyr of a love story not finished yet
Long gone days and her broken promises
Trust not mere words like magic
A notorious devil whispers
She played with my heart like a toy
Her mother comes in the way like a sun rise during rain fall
O poor poet’s heart finish your love story in a novel
Kill her in the storyline for better or worst
Let this new Romeo be resurrected O Shakespeare