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You come to me with your heart
In your outstretched hands.
I don’t know you
Nor do you know me.

How can you trust someone
With such a precious part of you
So fast.

Don’t you know how important it is
To guard your heart

What makes you think
  That I will not take it from you
And break it right in two

Do you honestly think
You can just look into my eyes
And trust me

How many times
Do we have to be hurt
Before we stop trusting like this  

Will we ever learn.
I think that some of us
Never will
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010

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