Trust
A tap of the tongue that leads pursed lips to hiss back to a subtle ‘t’.
T-R-U-S-T.
Something that my friends lack in me. Something that nobody will earn from me. And whilst your life hangs on a string I wait for you to give me the key on…
T-R-U-S-T.
Our lives dance around the word without being able to grace anyone but strangers with it’s presence in the confides of a lonely room on a long, cold, couch.
And my tears scream for somebody when there is nobody left to wipe them away.
And I cry because I just want to help you. But you won’t give to me your…
tap of the tongue that leads pursed lips to hiss back to a subtle ‘t’.
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