Let me tell you something
she said,
whispering in my heart.
The trust she poured in me
without knowing me.
My heart filled with lies
that day cried
The trust she had in me
contaminated me.
My wicked soul
for her was a broken bowl.
She expected trust
from my rusted heart.
Now, as I look back
she was an angel
with indigo hair
who trusted
a devil like me
dying in despair.