The colours lay stilll at the surface of the shades of emotions and I could draw contours of pain in the shadows of agony when I used the metaphor of trust you defined it by a succinct analogy when you said that betrayals are just myths and you betrayed my thoughts When I see hope dwindling I see the beauty in nothingness even if you are not around here when I have self-philosophical dialogues on love and hope, trust and betrayal, I still know that the innocence that you show is for real Love cannot be subjugated to definitions Trust is just a word after all
verses and conflicts of the soul