Friday, July 24, 2015

THE SWINDLER TRUST

I reached a place of uncertainty 
Nine feet above the above the clouds 
Holding onto 
All the branches 
Crushing some on my way 
But still there was someone 
Always there by me 
Probably our trust had brought 
Her here 
That fragile trust 
Was long ago broken 
I could see the reflection 
But the not the real her 
Or 
Maybe someone 
Whispered the poison 
In my ears..
Just drop by drop ... 

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