Unkept promises

I know the game played, feel free to cry me a river.

Promises are like babies, easy to make, hard to deliver.

Issuing cheques from the mouth don’t cost anything…
That's why you spit on the beauty that promises bring.

A million times repeated and I never thought to be wise,

And realize your words are just files and piles of lies.

Again you’ll blow it off, pretending to know my thoughts,

But it’s really the little things to me that mean an awful lot.

You’ll make new promises and speak what I wish to hear,

Yet slowly but surely, they’ll somehow disappear.

Stop in your attempts to fool me, I’m no longer a child.

Start clearing the ‘I promise...’ illusions you’ve compiled.