Treasure Island

elena winters

(august 11 / joliet illinois)

what is the meaning of trust


the word trust left my vocabulary a long time ago

it no longer exist to me from what i been through

from the time my sister betrayed me by sleeping with my husband

i trusted her

or the time my cousin stole my neckless which was given to me by
my late grandmother

i trusted her

and that time my mother went into my purse and stole 1,000 dollars of money i owned

i trusted her

'trust me ' he say
'trust me ' she say
'trust us' they all say

ashame i can't trust no one these days

Submitted: Sunday, October 26, 2008

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  • Amy (10/29/2008 1:40:00 PM)

    trust is a precious thing

    losing it is terrible

    well expresssed :) (Report) Reply

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