Trust is a rare and wonderful thing
It can't be bought or sold.
It's something that compels us like a spring
To work together till we're old.
It's something between friends
That isn't easily granted, but so easily lost
Like a toy that someone lends
Lost trust can tear apart, like an eternal frost
Spreading through a field of flowers
Freezing every spot
But with a strong foundation of trust
That's built and forged in fire
A tower so strong it withstands even lust
Rises high above the brire
Tested by time again and again
The tower grows stronger still
Surpassing even the highest peaks
And becoming something more
Than anything it might have been,
long long before
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Spontaneous Poetry
PoetryIt is was the title says what it is, a book of spontaneous poetry that has a world of different themes and inspirations. All of the poems are made up by me. Best Place - #47 Spontaneous
