| Trust is a word not used by me, the past took it away. A broken promise, long ago, is a fallen tear today. Closing eyes, the softest lips, lost in bitter pain. Fragmants once called upon, losing to the rain. Dancing with the perfect one, while time was standing still. Now I listen to that song, but dance I never will. Remembering is not a choice; my mind is enternally jailed. A river flowing, a midst of thoughts that will never sail. My soul had made a sacrifice, to go where I belong, to the breezy fields and the endless nights, dancing to that song. I've made a decision to never look back and return to fantasy, and I'll try my best to change your mind so you'll give me one more chance. It's rare, 'cause love grows if you give it time, if refused I'll understand, So, just one last dance for you and me, I swear I'll make it grand. |
| Trust |
| by: Nicole Gaskin |
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