torn

when you trust and the trust is torn into hatred and shame

stubborn illusion and croocked hallucinations

trust is not truth

but corroded by licks

and lost words when grasped and torn to halves.

leaving a gore

and unrepaired skin

no the sinners seek and saw my north

and got attracted to my field

instead of going all civilised

they went all in

maybe is my stunning walks,

terrible attracting smiles

or shy kindness

that led history bleed to date

Reviews

[Razer990]

I dig it. You have an interesting take on wordplay my friend.

[Chase Dylan]

Mistakes are never bad, and you just need some clean-up on grammar, tighten up meter, and voila'... This is a beautiful poem, all ready... People should see past the errors and realize you have plenty of verbal talent! Wonderfully penned...

[The earth (Titan maphah..]

still new to the game so don't mind the mistakes I will emprove