TrustA Poem by EvansSomething I wish I had
Trust
That 'stupid' word It clings to me til this day It sings as I grip the covers I beg it to sing louder That 'misused' word It could mean anything Everyone uses it in one way I use it to lie That word is something I wish I could have and to hold But my heart is too cold © 2017 EvansAuthor's Note
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Added on January 14, 2017 Last Updated on January 14, 2017 Tags: Poem, Heart to heart, life, childhood Author |