Empty promises.

In the silence of harsh words unspoken
The air grows thick with empty noise,
Frozen smiles tell a lie, as little ones giggle on cue,

A house full of stuff that will never make a home,
Collecting dust and resentment.

A melancholic kind of joy breaks my heart, while it aches for a time gone by and one that may still be,

Caught between the past and the future, there’s no time for the present,

Meanwhile, the play goes on.

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