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.
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Author:
ariya (
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- Comment from author about the poem: people always feel unhappy or betrayed by the person who broke their trust. But what If you are the person who broke the trust. This is a poem from the perspective of a person who broke the trust of a friend. Now when i look back this poem will remind me that the person was too good for me and I did not deserve her. To the friendship I broke this poem is dedicated to one of my very good friend whose trust In me is shattered now.
- Category: Reflection
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It's never too late to repent.
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