Hostage
What is a title when there’s no time,
spent listening to promises,
Broken,
Foolishly hoping,
for a knock at the door from change,
but you never came,
My heart was endlessly dangling,
Hanging from the promise,
intended to fool me,
with empty words of nothing,
muted by insincerity,
but all the while I knew,
Locked in your mind,
I stayed,
Made my comfortable bed,
I laid in my dreams,
daily drifting in nightmares of truth,
loving the PROMISE of you,
Then I woke up.
By: Truth Serum