Broken Promises

In the quiet of night, beneath a shroud of stars,

We whispered sweet nothings, erasing our scars.

Promises danced on the tips of our tongues,

A symphony of dreams in the songs that we sung.

You spoke of forever, of nights wrapped in bliss,

Each word was a treasure, each glance a soft kiss.

But shadows crept in, as they often do,

And the light of your vows began to skew.

With a heart full of hope, I believed every line,

Entranced by the visions, convinced you were mine.

But time, that great dealer, dealt hands I could see—

The cards of betrayal were played carelessly.

You promised the moon, wrapped in silver and gold,

While leaving me standing, alone in the cold.

Each broken vow shattered like glass on the floor,

Echoes of laughter now haunt me no more.

I painted my world with the colors of trust,

But watched as they faded, turned into the rust.

The visions we crafted began to decay,

Like autumn leaves falling, drifting away.

Yet in the depths of this aching despair,

I learned that the heart is a powerful lair.

It mends and it breaks, it loves and it cries,

It finds strength in the sorrow, wisdom in lies.

For every promise that fractured and fell,

There’s a story of resilience, a journey to tell.

The wounds may feel heavy, but they forge who we are,

Shaping the spirit, like a furnace with fire.

So I gather the pieces, though sharp and askew,

And write my own sonnets, reclaiming the view.

In the ashes of heartache, new seeds I will sow,

For the soil of my spirit is ready to grow.

With each lesson learned, I’ll rise from the dust,

Transforming the hurt into fervent trust.

Though promises broken have left their cruel mark,

From the depths of the night, I’ll ignite my own spark.

So here’s to the future, to paths yet untraveled,

To the strength found in stories, in hearts that unraveled.

For amidst all the hurt, there’s beauty to find,

In the echoes of love, and the peace of the mind.