Tall Tales

What was solid is weak,

the rock just a pebble~

the promises you couldn’t keep,

your lies are on the table.

 

The door is open,

you won’t be back~

the tire tracks have faded,

but every night

you haunt my dreams

with your kisses

and your fables.

© annettealaine-2013
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