I trusted you to love me
I trusted you to be mine
I trusted you to know
I trusted you to see
You lied when you said " the truth"
You hated when I loved
You pretended when I was real
You rejoiced when I cried
I had no doubts when you watched my back
Even tho you held a knife when I didn't face you
The gun I gave you had bullets
But I trusted it wasn't me you'd shoot
Oh how I was wrong
Like Manchester United how I've lost
Like Kenny Rogers how I've died
Like Samson I regret I met Delilah
Like a glass how I've shattered
I know you've said sorry
I just wouldn't trust you
Like a broken glass, I don't know where this piece is from
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Feelings in words don't rhyme
Поэзияfeelings are not words, feelings show the truth we've been telling ourselves but refuse to believe and feelings are deceitful. I do not know how to say what I feel so I write them in poems... some from personal experience others from observation and...
