My name is Emma Jones. I am 37 years of age and I live with my Partner and his daughter. My hobbies include reading, painting and of course writing, I am looking for some feedback in the hope that my writing will improve as a result and also to gain a bit of confidence.
Broken Promises by Emma Jones
You say you love me
with a smile on your face
with broken promises
left hanging in the air.
How can I be sure you mean what you say?
The words you say
give little hope to me.
It is as if you are talking to thin air
as you hardly see my face
when you say these words.
Whispering sweetly your promises.
You never remember the broken promises.
How can I have faith in what you say?
Should my life be hinged solely on words?
What about Me!
Or should I meet this face
on and let the words be carried in the air?
Evaporated with the air.
No more promises.
No longer to see your face.
Or hear what you say.
No more forgotten words.
For you do not hear the words
I utter, that linger in the air
between you and me.
I whisper my promises
I mean all I say
as I watch your face.
Your handsome face
acts in conjunction with your words.
I have no say
what with the summer's air
I lose all sense of me.
For I could not face tomorrow without your sweet promises.
The air catches in my throat when you say
those words to me.
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