Trust
Old lover's at my finger tip.
And why is he back, I wonder?
How odd it is... Can't get a grip?
His text is like roaring thunder.
- I'm sorry, Olga. I was scared.
I was an idiot back then.
Amazing moments that we shared..
If they're meant to happen... when?
You're asking to meet up again.
- No worries... oh somewhere neutral.
He sensed me wearing that Guerlain.
I have become kinky brutle.
- You were so innocent and shy.
You dared of dreaming to be loved.
But I abandoned you, oh why?
Instead of loving you I shoved.
- I'll explain how I feel - it matters.
The best thing happening to me
Was you. Probably it flatters.
Not my intention though, you'll see.
- I want to see you, talk to you
And I long to drown in those eyes.
- I fear having to be cruel -
Once trust's broken one see mere lies...
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