Why is trust so lightly valued.
So easily tossed.
Into the wind.
It takes but a callous comment,
To hurt a feeling
Or trample a heart.
Maybe it should not have been
So easily given,
Right from the very start.
When asked to stop!
When hope is involved.
To have those tender feelings
Brandished about,
Like a useless old rag.
There is something precious lost,
Never to be regained.
Maybe being too sensitive,
Maybe even overblown,
But my feelings are my feelings,
And them I have to own.
