Trust is like a currency or a golden ticket.
Giving it to that special someone,
So they will stay and be your friend.
Trust is something will live for and strive from.
Something that helps us get through rough edges.
Yet, trust is abused.
Trust can be a postive or negative thing.
It can build us up or knocks us down.
Trust is everywhere.
Light as a feather drifting around,
Floating into one hand to one heart very easily.
Trust in such a delicate thing.
Like paper, once crumpled it never looks the same.
Trust is such a fragile thing.
Like glass, careful not to drop it
Or it will break and shatter into pieces.
Who can you trust?
Who will you let into your heart?