Trust

An eternity of joy was promised,
But came nothing but lies so hollow,
A dream of spring was seen,
But came the winter, dark and cold,
The sun looked bright and warm,
until the heat took away the sense,
Your breath was a gust of fresh air,
Now the venom with which I die,
The numbness of the body,
Restlessness of the mind,
Harrowing the life as I try to stand,
Stand from the valleys of desolation,
Trying to confound through,
The concentric rings of your mind's confusion,
That trap me within their infinite hollow,
The warmth it that smile of yours,
Has gone cold as the stone,

Was there ever some goodwill behind those sweet good nights,
The sweetness of poison through your words,
Was there ever any truth behind that I miss you?
Words as hollow and dry as those lips that said them,
Was that the warmth of your love I felt,
Or the heat repulsion,
Was there any moment of yours I can trust?
Trust hurts......