Promises broken,
Are like the strongest link in the chain breaking,
Like watching your mother cry of a broken heart,
Like watching the oldest tree in the forest collapse,
Promises broken,
Are like your first pet dying,
Like watching your grandmother walk away from your grandfather's funeral, with her face barren of tears,
Like watching the colorful flowers wilt and brown, in a vase of murky water,
Promises broken,
Are like seeing the last leaf fall from the tree, as Autumn turns to winter, but winter isn't ready,
Like the ice cubes melting in your glass,
Like the transition from childhood to adulthood, and the realization that not all of your dreams are possible,
Promises broken,
Are like the fading out of the screen, as the film ends, and the credits begin rolling down the screen,
Like the last ray of sunshine being shut out by a storm cloud,
Like saying goodbye to your closest friend, and you know it is the last.
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Keep Fighting, You Courageous Warrior
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My Friend Ana
कविताPoems, rants, and thoughts about eating disorders, depression, abuse, personal struggles, and many other subjects that society dawns as "taboo".
