Glass of trust
Glass of trust i hath built,
it was clear of all impure gilt;
polished it each day to keep its shine,
was being nice my only crime?
The thoughts of its shatter were none,
yet some things by thou were impudently done;
feelings made thou toss that rock,
i saw the glass of trust shatter in shock.
Life from that moment couldn't be the same,
the trust was lost owing to the emotional game;
choices were made on pure doubt,
and the truth was shown heartless flout.
Heart broken i collected trust piece by piece,
the immense pain wanting release.
Months later the glass was rebuilt,
all the cracks and hidden guilt;
i would never forget but i managed to forgive,
with buried feelings i continued to live.
Everyone's life is brushed by many friends,
new come around and the close ones part;
but changes is one of life's many trends.
And only self views affect ones heart.
Parting by most is considered sad,
adapting again is always a scary thought;
my idea has always been to treasure the moments that i've had.
Why make the heart fight the battle that need not be fought?
What matters most is that they touched your heart,
and you'll remember them in the future.
Some might think "did that jerk even had a part?"
But by standing too close you might not see life's huge picture.
i look back after every year to see if i can see it all,
lessons were learned and mistakes made;
and the drops of memories revealed a waterfall.
It all made sense, from the exciting drop to the fade.
That was the point i understood why most had to go.
The emotions of the past started to make sense;
my heart was blissful to finally know.
It's only a pound if there are a hundred pence.
Some tend to forget those they spent