Trust- A thing in the past
I trusted you with my heart
and you tore it up
as i watched the once thriving feeling
be crushed in your mighty hands
i begin to remember the good times.
for some reason i remember the good times
oh they were so wonderful
my eyes were always filled with excitement
i couldn't wait to see you, feel your embracing touch,
hear you soothing voice
ahh your voice it was like a mother's lullaby
to her irritable child.
i yearn for your voice now
i yearn for it to be reassuring and welcoming
but all i hear now is bitterness, almost hatred.
pain and heartache can do that to untainted ears
make them hear fowl things
things that shouldn't be
it almost feels unnatural.
i just want to go back
back to the good things,
but you can't undo a broken battered heart
no one can ever be trusted
what was once a peaceful dream
has now become a nightmare
a thing in the past
just a meaningless thing in the past
what am i to do
because not only can i not trust you...
...but i can't trust myself either
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