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trust isnt something i give out freely. the beat of my heart depends on it solely. when trust is betrayed, so also are hopes. of finding the one who will cherish forever and no longer have to remember together, but to have it to hold and to touch and to love. love....what a silly word. just like trust. it come and it goes. lies are its foes. when promises break like the strings of my heart, love and trust are forever apart.





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*StandardToaster* said...
Apr. 30, 2010 at 10:18 pm
this is so good!  i like the last line, it really sums up the poem.  check out my work?
 
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