Promises, Promises

Broken promises
wadded up into a ball
tossed into the wind
roll down the street
Tumbleweed
changing direction
at the slightest gust.
Or, released
from lips to drift
in the air
sprinkled confetti ending up
pavement soiled
brushed up against the wall.
Each flake a reminder of
pretty words nicely spoken
until they disintegrate.

Reviews

[cfix]

I really enjoyed this piece, very nicely written.

[SweetHeart (:]

thanks:)

[Right Wing Constervativ..]

this is good, i liked it