Why do I still not trust you, when I know your words now are ture, You said that cheating was one thing you would never do, But you did and you hurt me in the worst way that you could, I now sit here each and everday, Wondering what it was I did, that would make you hurt me this way, You once were my everything, until that dreadful day, the day my heart and sole you so easily tossed away, So please be patient with me when I say things that sound so mean, but explain this one thing to me, If you would, How can I ever trust you the way that I should?
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