Pop the bubble, it will burst.
Just like that, we have trust.
It will take years to build.
Who saved, who killed?
It may end up in a mystery.
Choose either to make trust or history.
As a journey may go through.
Trust is what binds a crew.
It is something so suspicious.
If one keeps it, be gracious.
Between the two, trust is huge.
If you break it, no refuge.
If life gives you a chance to trust.
You should be ready for the worst.
Background.
I never trusted anyone. Until, a month ago, when I wished I still hadn't. It's such a grief to see how someone breaks your trust. And this poem is me trying to calm myself, to believe what happened. So, if someone breaks or broke your trust, this may lighten you. Send this to them and let me know about how you fought that trama in the comment section.
About the Creator
Daya Edward
I am from a gigantic pool.
Where people are somewhat classy and cool.
I can twist what's already twisted.
Where I can unfold all the misted.
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