A fragile thing; Trust
Too carelessly thrown about.
Too often is it omitted,
Too often is it disregarded,
Too often is it fragmented.
You forget that trust is like paper.
Once creased,
It shan't return to its original plane.
It may get close,
there will be the flat surfaces between creases, But every time you misjudge my trust,
Another crease is added;
the planes slowly shrinking.
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Everyday Thoughts. Collection of writings and poems.
RandomThis is a compilation of stories too short to be their own, and free verse poems. I write each part while inspired by my current emotion, or something that may have recently happened. So know that all of these come from my heart, or my over active i...
