False Promises

You can call me sunshine, you can call me love, but do not forget I see through your turtle doves.

I am but mortal of flesh and bone, a simple man I have no throne.

Do not promise me gifts of gold, tears of joy, a life of old.

Ive drowned in your kisses your floods of tears. Ive bared your pain, your golden years.

And now my time is no more, Ive bled Ive weeped Ive closed that door.

Do not cry, do not weep, remember the joy, laughter and finally the defeat.

False Promises

anqelique

Mansfield, Notts, United Kingdom

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Life

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