Trust me, he said
In the middle of a mangled breatheΒ He said
Trust me
What else could you possibly do when someone gives you a hand and it’s all you’ve ever wanted
He said trust me
the first time I didn’t
I had this feeling, but even without any rhyme or reason I said
I trust him
And the word gets all used and abused and the meaning becomes more of a plea than a promise it becomes aΒ don’t leave me
Or a tell me you see me
And then we are just this great divide
Standing on the same street on different sides
Still saying trust me as we go our separate ways
Still making weak promises for better days.
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nice poem.
You have beautifully captured the sad swiftness of the life of a relationship, and the transience of trust.
Thank you π
Love this
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You are welcome
Wonderfully crafted!
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Pleasure is mine! π have a good day!
Well done!
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thanks for coming by my site, and i enjoyed reading what i’ve discovered here. this piece is beautifully crafted. i’ll keep reading!
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Oh my god!! This is so beautiful!
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