'O' Poem by Hannah Gilchrist

'O'

I was weary of you from the start
You whispered, to trust you
With my heart

Defeated, I gave into your advances;
Admitted my need
And took my chances

A simple Kiss
And I was sold,
We shared a secret
And I was whole

Like the palette in an artist's hand,
You coloured my world
And flavoured the bland

Questions burn,
Trust still tastes sour,
You seem like a friend
But hold all the power

You gave me hope
When all seemed lost,
I found my joy, but at what cost?