#dwriter

People come, People go.

People give, People love.

People left, People came.

I came, I stayed,

 And I am still here.

You say you were there for me,

You say you gave me so and so,

But no matter what happens,

You leave in the end.

Trust isn't something to finesse,

It is something to hold close,

And make sure to not break it.

For the person who lended you such a fragile boon,

Must love you more than the moon.

But temptation takes hold,

Don't let it take hold.

But it does anyways.

"Just this once." 

You say..

And there it breaks, again.

And again.

And again.

And...

Again.

It becomes hard to see,

To sort,

To decide- 

Whom to you will lend the right to break your trust again.

After everything,

Comes the dreadful phrase,

Repeated again and again-

"Sorry"

Oh how I wish they'd shut their mouth!

It bores me to death hearing that wretched word!

Halt those words from escaping your mouth,

Those who keep silent, 

let them shut their doors.

And those who pretend to care,

let them know-

All who came, All who left, May leave.