Please Trust Me

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  • Jealousy

    Please Trust Me

    My Lord,
    Why are you
    So blind?
    I really love you
    And don't know why
    You say my love is undeserved
    I believe otherwise
    I feel things could really last
    If we try
    You say you're unspecial
    But to me
    You are everything in this world
    You have a good heart
    And good soul
    If anyone is undeserved
    It is I
    I have been hurt time and time again
    This will only add to the record
    I am boring because I block
    My life to the world and trust no one
    Yet, I trust you so easily
    For some anonymous reason
    We have so much in common as if twins
    And yet you love someone else
    And only feed me lies
    Lies and more lies.
    You do not like me as much as you claim
    You only like the sex
    You say I am almost
    Your best lay
    Yet, all I have done
    Is la there and hurt you
    I know you do not feel the same
    For me,
    But I believe you're my soul mate
    And I would really like to know
    What you are thinking and feeling
    To be quite honest, I am somewhat
    Jealous of Lisette
    Not because you like her more than I,
    But because she is a challenge
    And the more a girl make a guy
    Wait, the more he wants her.
    I, on the other hand, did not wait and
    You have grown distant from me
    Because I let my hormones talk
    Rather than my heart and brain
    And when I did let my heart speak
    You shut it out and run.
    If you do not feel the same
    For me, That is quite all right,
    But please open your mind
    And heart to me And tell me
    What you are feeling.
    I am not here to judge you
    Or laugh at you, But to show interest
    And admiration for your willingness To trust
    me with Your secrets and desires.
    Please trust me.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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