Trust

by | Aug 28, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

It is earned
And then returned,
Not bought,
Never forgot.

You can lose it,
Or can use it.
Never spend it.
Never bend it.

Always say it,
Never delay it.
Always mean it,
And redeem it.

You can see and know it’s there,
Or can just pull out your hair,
Knowing it’ll never be yours,
When all you’re showing is your claws.

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