Broken Trust

As days come dark and dreary, Quickly does my heart grow weary. With sunshine fading and rain drumming, No longer is my heart humming. That happy hum has gone away. Replaced with coldness here to stay. But it’s not about the coming winter, More so of a painful splinter. Not like ones found in fingers though, But the kind that causes heartache so. When someone that you care about and trust, For some dumb reason think they must, Hide a truth they know will cause pain, Even knowing their lies drive you insane. In tired words they slip a bit, But more of which they won’t admit. To your face instead they lie. Making you want to cry. They think they’re helping to protect you, But they don’t know what the truth could do. It could end so much confusion, And stop all hopeless delusion, But most of all it could bring amends, To two such people, who were good friends. Yes, there would be an open heart sore, But what exactly are friends for? Except a shoulder to cry on, Until all your pains gone. In any good relationship, Honesty’s a must, Because what’s a friendship, With broken trust.