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

my name is trust
and i am truly and utterly
broken
every word spoken in secret
is scattered and spared
and my trust is broken
putting back together will be hard work
pain increases each night and day
it engulfs me
drowns me
but now trust is gone and she has been replaced by broken
so?
Trust meet Broken

Mistakes, I've made a few
every time I've had to make anew
They tell you it's a part of life
yet I always get in strife
It's called growing up they say
It will help you along your way
Mistakes, I've made a few
probably more than you
learn before it's too late otherwise it will
DESTORY you

Hold me close when the night is at an end
When waking up to scream is my only trend
In the morning when I just burst into tears without warning
If you want me at my best the why not at my worst?
When my head is about to burst with thousands screams of darkness
And I seem heartless
When the night ends hold into the morning
And I promise to hold you as you would me