Poems of Me

Trust

26/10/13

We meet for the first time

When the clock strikes nine

You don't see yourself as beautiful

And some would find that pitiful

But I see someone else

Someone stronger

Someone who strives to live longer

We're alike in some ways

Punctured by lies and hate

Deep inside we know we might loose

But I sure as hell aren't going to tighten my noose

Instead I'll call a truce with myself

And so should you

True, it's easier said than done

Doesn't matter in the long run

Fact, it's harder than it looks

Doesn't matter in my books