broken promise
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You hold my hands
Wrap the gauze around my bruised knuckles,
Whisper me pieces of words
For my mind to create
Into stained-glass portraits.
Mother you promised me
With pinkies and wallahi’s and everything in between
You promised we would be free
Every day I wake up wanting to flee
With soundtracks of bombs and screams foreseen
Looking at your hollow eyes,
Its not a surprise that you lied.
Your promise to never hurt me,
Well that fell through,
Cause I believed it,
And became the victim to you.
