A Betrayal Of Innocence

Trust is always a fragile thing Better not put it in a swing A clueless mind in time will know If someone tries to halt its glow Even true blood can bite the pay And be like puppet in a play Temptation bites even the wise More so when sun is on the rise Don't always trust a sweet, sweet smile For, deep within, it could be bile Trust not always a sweet, sweet care For, blade of bile don't always spare For, in the minds, so pure and clean Black widows bite them, you can glean So, even light of shining day Is choked in mist of black and gray