My dear, to meet one of such,
Who manages to steal glimpses into your soul.
And have you opening up soon enough,
This one, with tainted loyalty, so shallow.
Who would right a mistake with another,
This one, will make a fool out of you.
And sign off, with warmest regards, as the squealer.
I loved reading your poetry and I wonder whether trust doesn’t make us all fools at times.
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Something to ponder on. Maybe it does, but we can only hope in our hearts that whoever we place our trust in won’t hurt us in the end.
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A very sad truth. Gossip convicts innocent people everyday. Happy Easter, Elsie. Enjoy your break.
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Thank you. Have a blessed one.
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