Trust, you crave it but you won't get it.
The voices of actresses like you sends shivers through me, the malicious rhythm, your voices spits poison. I see self proclaimed pure hearts, malevolence in your eyes, you're devils in disguise.
I'll give you a smile, a compliment, but trust, I won't give it.
It's precious, it's fragile, I'm afraid you'll break it.
You'll break my trust, you'll break my soul.
A Broken soul is a broken life, and with my life I can't trust you.
At times I even doubt this voice of mine.
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Peeling clementine
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written this year. I wrote most of them at night, whilst the rest of the world was fast asleep. At night my brain seems to be more active, it's when I start to question everything. In this book you'll find themes s...
