I found trust is a delicate thing;
it can be forged yes on a ring.
Mine tarnished long ago so gauge
I do people but I am not a sage.
Just awkward and in my head
I find reflecting upon a long stead.
I want a love to call my own heed:
there’s things that precede the need.
Caution in depths of my soul I live
under precious gifts the Lord gives.
I proceed everyday to question all
who in my circumference do fall.
I need no toxicity or an empty love
I want dreams filled her full of.
The same would be bliss I reminisce
of all those lips in my life I’ve kissed.
You know a person by their caress;
devils mine past never passed the test.
Yet I dream and think on the brink
makes a man simple makes him think.
I want to kiss the sky bright every night
because everyday seems such a fight.
Love and trust two separate things;
see what a person to themselves brings.
I want the pretty things love to bring
but before you must be my queen.