Trust.
Isn't it funny?
A single five-lettered syllable.
Withholds the power immense.
Isn't it funny?
How it breaks apart people?
How it drifts the relationships afar?
Little mistakes,
Little regrets.
And damn the trust is gone.
YOU ARE READING
||Carpe Diem:Poems|| Wattys 2019
Poetry"When the sun sets low, The horizon glimmers. When your heart sets low, The pen in your hand shivers." -Prakriti
