What trust
I wander where you are
Scarred to let go and listen to you
Of the things that you tell me you do
I need to have control
A freak I become
You are popular with your beauty
Inner insecurities arise within myself
They all want your smooth skin
I cannot contain myself
There are no expressions of trust in me
I am the last on the list
You’ll run off on me
And leave me helpless
To lie down alone
There is no trust and there is no excuse
Once a cheater always a cheater
You have been that way before
I am a hypocrite when it comes to you
I cannot trust your beauty
And your voluptuous body
Your curves leave them headless
Breathless and horny
They all want your sexy body
Trusting horny males unseen
Anger takes over as I visualise
Your unfaith ness
Images flood my mind
Frustrated I get
I want to trust you I try to
But you are too beautiful to be true
Paranoia takes me over
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