Devoid of substance but full of praise,
The empty words belie your face.
Bewildered, I wonder every day,
Why would you not mean what you say?
I used to innocently fall for it,
Though you never came through, not even a bit.
Guiltily, I chastised myself for expecting love,
But emotions simmered and mind got a shove.
This may not mean much to you,
I’d have rather wanted you to be true.
Even silence would have worked in that regard,
Because nothing hurts more than empty words.
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