They come with caresses,
With promises of lies,
Maybe then they don’t know
What they started, dies;
They come with hope and more,
Ambition and desire,
They write “always” in texts,
With fast fingers on fire.
They may think they do mean
All that they type and say,
They may even believe
Their professed love will stay.
But little do they know,
In time, they all shall sleep,
While I struggle with all
They have failed to keep.