Trustworthy, I think not

by Sorefromreality   Apr 7, 2007


My trust is such a precious thing
that you took for-granted too easily
I know I expected too much from you
But I had no idea all the things you could do

A second chance was all it took
For me to become an open book
I was there for you, when you needed someone
I was there for you, when life was no longer fun

You told me that you, weren't like everyone else
You said things to me, that I believed you felt
A few words led to kisses, that were to regret
A few kisses led to feelings, that I knew you'd never get

But then it was torn away from me
All those possibilities
And I knew from then, my trust was abused
I knew from then on, I had been used

My trust is mine, and no one shall receive,
Any of my trust, to them from me
No, my heart is not broken,
Do not worry about me
My heart will only, eternally bleed

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