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Dec 2016
Trust, a simple word that's meaning varies for each individual,
Some trust in the spiritual while others only in their senses and the physical,
Yet this is miniscule when looking deep into you,
Trust is so hard to gain but you achieved it with a glance,
The way your eyes sparkled and the way you held that stance,
I was being pulled in without a care in the world,
Nothing else mattered until I ended up curled,
Sitting down helpless because you had broken my very essense,
I thought you truly cared for me, you had taught me so many lessons,
About how to love and make love and how they go hand in hand,
Yet little did I know you had been deceiving me and that was all part of the plan,
When the truth came out, my world came to a stop,
I was so in shock that I couldnt even shed a tear, not a drop,
You dropped me as if I was a porcelain plate,
You watched me fall until I would break,
Then you left my broken remains scattered across the floor,
You walked away and at that moment I knew that you would need me no more.
Written by
Osvaldo Palomino  San Jose, CA
(San Jose, CA)   
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   Doug Potter
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