dear some things, <br />are simply taken at the post.... <br />and hast is when.. <br />it's least sought and granted.. <br />some host with them... <br />and as such with you all the more.. <br />and in the mix with such... <br />lays your past happy ways... <br />i framed that... when.. there.. <br />and you so lost... <br />went thereof and past... <br />the last...lonely.. <br />spoken question...... <br />so then...must i here again.. <br />speak too you there.. <br />and ask..... <br /> <br />what made you take your last breath..? <br />and suicide so neat and no mess.. <br />such care with your body you took... <br />i heard there were some issues of trust.. <br />and thus perplexed i look down upon you.. <br />and you are still soft..around the right edges.. <br />that word..yes pliable.. <br />pliable and yes you are..and know one will know.. <br />your different...and how we can keep you out all night...<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trust-issues-2/
