My trust is so complex.
Having been taken,
And misused,
And shattered,
So many times before.
I still trust with all my heart.
But my mind becomes a barrier.
A safe keeper of my trusting heart.
Warning of the dangers,
Steering away from past mistakes.
My trust still exists inside,
Just hidden away and protected.
I do not know whether that is good or bad most days.
But it is safer that way.
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Forever Writing
PoetryForever writing poems for those who will never give them even a glance. •••••• Hello! This is my second poetry collection. All of the works are my own and the topics are varied across many experiences and thoughts in my mind. If you haven't yet, go...
