Sweet Nothings

Why is it that we love sweet nothings in our ears?

Nothings and empty promises from those we hold dear?

In all the broken, tumbling chaos that is,

Don't we want something stronger than this?

Or are we just strangers to something so pure,

So of our lover's intentions, we are never quite sure?

What is it that we truly hold tight,

And is it somthing that will last more than just one night?


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