No one keeps words…
She’ll be my best friend,
Love me more than anything.
She, the promisor…
Now I can’t recall her,
And never she.
Prayed to the lord
For my missing relative.
Knew, he was missing but was with us.
Once, he came back and stayed together
But now he is missing from my heart…
Assured Mommy, I’ll be there always.
She is near tears now
And I, as helpless as confined dark.
Value my words, but don’t know how…
Words dominate the soul.
Everyone commits and forgets.
If want to keep your paroles,
By all odds, you’ll plummet…
I am done with words.
I have used them all up.
Those don’t matter anymore,
Words big or small,
At the end, it’s all in the silence
No Words…
Words are no longer needed…
The core of your writing whilst appearing reasonable in the beginning, did not sit very well with me after some time. Somewhere within the sentences you managed to make me a believer unfortunately just for a very short while. I still have a problem with your jumps in assumptions and one would do nicely to fill in those gaps. When you can accomplish that, I will certainly be impressed.