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Trust a mirror

Trust a mirror 

meant to be broken by others 

I trusted 

trusted the process

trusted myself over it 

I trusted her 

but in return mistrust became my fortune 

Years of togetherness 

lost in a moment of heat 

moment of heat 

or was it betrayal 

betrayal in a friendship

I trusted 

trusted in their decision 

only to be known 

I was never meant to be 

their choices 

over which I trust 

brought me to a halt 

never to return 

I trusted

my fate 

Though it was nothing

but a dead end 

trust is a mirror

meant to be broken by others 

so many a times the mirror broke 

it became unrepairable 

no adhesive could stick it together 

trust a mirror 

became irreplaceable 

maybe it lost its charm 

maybe it got secluded in heart 

trust a mirror 

who could repair ?

among the mirror I held 

I saw broken mirror 

could reflect 

Colours in different hues 

Wonder if my trust could reflect 

it reflected too 

One who could heal me 

I could heal them too 

trust maybe a mirror 

but it doesn’t matter if it breaks too

use the broken to reflect 

someday a miracle could happen 

you may clink

with another shattered someday