I trust my music with my ignorant ears,
Why not trust when there's nothing to fear?
I trust my books
With limited collected knowledge;
I can manage that.
I trust my eyes even with these grey spotted fogs.
I trust my surroundings even with these sketchy walls planted in every corner.
I trust too easily.
If I don't feel anything wrong,
It surely means no harm right?
No wonder that I am not trusted back.
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Tears Of A Confused Soul // Poems
PoesíaI don't speak for you, I don't speak of societal truths I speak for myself, I speak of my truths My heart is mine. My Poems. not much to it. No specific genre, just my mood in that moment and time. Since it has to do with my moods, I may not post...
