#WritcoPoemPrompt11
The days were unending as were the nights,
She waited and waited and waited,
But there seemed no hope in sight…
Between us, the word 'sorry'
Is a getaway card
I listen to you whisper the word
Time and time again
Only to walk the same path.
Now I've come to understand
That you could care less
About the strength the word holds
Because it's nothing but a means to an end
Now I'm taking a step back
Watching it all from a distance
I only hope you realise that
When trust is broken, sorry becomes useless.
© Annabelle