The Promise

The conundrum of a promise may shy away from divulging a truth

Self-absorbed; from where thou pick those words to frame dialogues

Magnanimous soul still likes to believe in mutable stories

Every sentence tinged with condemnation- presages the fate of a relationship

Self-deceiving, the heart likes to be surrounded by those assurances

Details are overlooked by gullible eyes while constructing an inaccurate world

An isolated existence through labyrinthine wandering misses the warmth

Sun seems to be that burning orb and its light feels harsher to the skin


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