The lie
Perpetuated
In the loving trust
Now shattered
How can I believe
With a broken heart
Unmended?
The death of trust
Is one not easily
Rectified
Or resurrected
A mistake
That time may never heal
A wound
Unable to knit together
The drugs
Are tearing us apart
The Enigma unsolved
A mystery
So sad
The ending of a story?
The fairy tale
Not happily ever after
Anymore
A dark cloud
Over the forest
As it burns
Will love quench the flames?
Will I learn to trust
Again
With a broken heart?
A second chance?
Why can't this be simple?
A question without an answer
Will I say goodbye?
I can't
I love him
About the Creator
Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist
I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. Then, I went crazy and started a cult called metAlchemy, or meta alchemy. I revere energy of all brands, esp. good, kind chaos.
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“The death of trust Is one not easily Rectified” Is such a true statement.