Trust is a solid word Importance is broke into two. This word spins around one letter This letter which was you. Your words start to make no difference to me, You keep on lying faintly. Had me induced that you were unique, However, here I am, with a messed-up trust. My heart detached from the focal point of my chest, Torn into a million pieces. You guaranteed me again and again That you would improve. Be that as it may, I before long came to figure it out That you were the same as the first spot when we met. Every occasion replayed itself, Also, each time you sold out me. I don't trust, I'll ever genuinely comprehend the substance of trust. I won't live by this word, For its significance, effortlessly broken, Furthermore, hard to fix. No longer will I permit the trust to oversee my life, No longer will I tolerate your adoration in my life. I remain here alone, With a messed-up trust. My ultimate words to whom it may concern, My trust in you was a privilege. You kept on breaking the very string That held my trust in you. Naturally, I would say I'm too guilt, But despondently, I do not deserve this claim. My eyes have responded now To never again let you gain my trust.
By rinrainbow Collected From Magazineup.com