not a trama but a lesson!

as a child through an adult we go through many phazes,
yet the things that hurt us most are the simple, and the abrasive,
as one trial to the next,
a challenege among the implacant,
love, lust, trust, open or the complacent,
relationship by the seems or an arrow full of mistrust,
regret or let it be's, desire or in muck...

we hurt each other in fairness a game that we all play,
but to be hurt in all that's fair is a decision that we weigh...

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you hurt me but still I'm here,
counteracting all that's fear,
once what I thought was Love and Devotion,
has left me without much emotion,

I give you take,
you cut me without a knife,

taking all that is left inside,
from what it is that I confide,

my inner being from light to dust,
you have taken from within my trust,

to dull my senses to feel this pain?
the lack of trust you steal my name?

give the other to here my plead!
you brought me not, plain down to my knees!

I walk in plight, for still the same,
for reasons being it falls like rain,

this curse that reigns above my head,
has laid me tired upon my bed,

my warry thoughts of you my love,
and in all that it intends,
the simple fact that lyes above,
in all that it decends,

I could not trust you in my time,
a place to lay my head,
all the while I could not find,
for you to trust in me instead...