Saturday, January 12, 2019

181. New Year

Every year
You stand smilingly
In front of my abode,
Knocking at my door,
Seeking to come in.

With same promise of hope,
Same dream of bliss,
You teasingly urge me
To let you in.

Every year, I believe you,
Every year, I let you in,
But you fail to keep word,
You fail to deliver.

New year,
You are a fake lover
And I, your constant victim.

1 comment:

How do we know said...

The year does not bring a book. It brings a clean, white notepad.