Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Trust

Hear my words, new friend, 
But lightly, twist to sound like yours.
Your song, so eloquent and smooth,
Must be the way that I should croon.

No, lover, sing out strong your own!
I do not know you otherwise.
Show me you, or not at all,
A cracked door leaves no room.

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