Empty words are broken bridges

Charred from unkept promises

And truths too inconvenient to maintain

Ropes of stifled smiles held down by gravity

And lips accustom to falling

Too fast to hold on for too long

Every plank is repetition

Hastily scribbled replies on cheap parchment

Spaced out haphazardly

Tied absentmindedly

By hands too busy to meddle

In hearts unfit for second-guessing

Even the sure-footed are ensnared

By aged wood rotted through with deceit

Plunging into waters too rapid

Too deep