Follow Me

“Take my hand, let broken promises lead the way.”

Each lie cleverly disguised as a finger.

How could a lie possibly hold me so lovingly?

It did.

Your eyes, they were so comforting.

They sparkled with hope and with love.

Or was that not a sparkle?

Was it a spark?

An idea grew, and you already knew.

“Take my hand, follow me into despair.”

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

Great work.....Thank you so much for sharing it......Thumbs up!