How can you trust the one you love?
It’s like the lies fly away like a doves
If everything you hear has been a lie
These lies make our love ready to die
I miss the days that I could trust
And to know this love isn’t just lust
I miss not having to think twice
I pray for that day, it would be nice
I use to trust you before that time
Now this love just feels like a crime
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem