Trust willed herself to stand above the ashes of her broken home
And across the clearing she saw a man... with the clearest of blue eyes, hair the colour of coffee. Skin like a dark spilt tea
Together they took a step
Glass and rubble piercing Trust's feet.
But they held each others gaze...meeting once again on the battlefield of life
They reached each other and Trust held out a hand.
Broken looked at her, seeing her beauty through his pain
A shower of golden hair falling softly, her pure grey eyes filled with the word HELP.
Broken took her hand and they faced the now colourless sky.
Together, once again they walked hand in hand.
How amazing it is that Trust has met Broken
And how amazing it is that they work so well together but spend many years apart.
Until someone calls for them
And so Trust has met Broken once again.
And as much as Trust hated it, she just couldn’t stay away from him