By George’s Girl 2025
You’re No Good
The words you spoke, a bitter sting,
A hollow tune that lost its ring.
A promise cracked, each vow undone,
A fading shadow of the sun.
Your smile, a mask, so neatly worn,
A bloom of thorns, a rose still torn.
The sweetest lies fell soft as rain,
Yet left behind a silent pain.
You’re no good — I see it now,
The empty truth behind your vow.
No silver shine, no golden thread,
Just quiet ghosts of words unsaid.
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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Comments (2)
He sounds horrible! He’s definitely no good! Dump his Gazoogabloga butt! Good work!
Good job and showing these kinds of emotions.