Trust is a delicate flower,
Blooming throughout the year
In installments, hour by hour,
Devoid of hate or fear.
In miles of faith, through thick and thin,
A promising to stand, by your side,
To protect, to listen, to cherish as kin;
To have your back, remain for the ride.
You wrote your creed, established a bond,
Joined your souls together as one;
You whispered silence, a topic so fond,
Who knew this end had only begun?
Trust grows delicate flowers,
Viewed by some as a fragile con;
Destroy in seconds, build for hours,
Continued structure, careful recon.
Take away the t and trust is rust,
Eroded, slashed and compromised;
Safety net or web, covered in dust,
Giving you a truth, or a series of lies.
Broken trust is like ink,
Designed for harmony
Yet this severed link,
Screams in stained dichotomy.