Trust

Trust is like a vase.. Once broken, though you can fix it, it'll never be the same..

If I could not trust you,

why did you make me belive so?

If I cannot trust you, of all people,

with my life..

Why did I believe?

And now there's a wall in play.

And no one's allowed past.

The one person I've let in..

Made me regret it.

Who says the next won't?

Author's Note

There wasn't a question mark at the end because it was kind of a statement. But.. I just decided to put it in.

Reviews

[Brittany]

Ahh, you're quote is so true.

[Marie]

Very good. Don't you need a question mark at the end?