Trust

Some say trust makes you strong.
Others say it makes you weak.
Doesn’t matter if chubby or petite.

How do we choose who to trust?
Does it require friendship that never rust?
Some say trust makes you foolish.

I think it makes you strong.
To trust others even when you feel wrong.
Trust is a word very simple.

Some say it’s stupid,some say it’s divine.
For we live for a very long time.
Trust is special,never a crime.

It shows how close you are.
When you are in places very far.
Yet you still think about their presence.

Trust is fair,never simple.
Like trusting a person with a dimple.
To trust others after everything that happened makes you strong.

In times when life felt wrong.
How do we know who to trust?
is it this person you are very close with?

Or a family member?
In my opinion,more or less.
Just because they share the same blood, doesn’t mean you should necessirily trust them.

There exist relationships of all kinds.
And so many different minds.
In some,you can trust them,but can’t tell this or that.

In some,we hide behind a mask or hat.
And just because you are friends,doesn’t mean you should fully trust them either.
You can choose who to love.

You can choose what to say or share.
You make your own opinion that changes.
Or is always there.

Trust often equals safety.
Like warm embraces and cheesy jokes.
And a feeling you can tell them about anything.

So let your life lead you by.
When the time comes,you will also fly.
You may find love and trust in the most unexpected of places.

And lives and progression are not a competition or races.
We choose who to love,we choose who to trust.
And we hoped it would never rust.

As lives go by,things happen and perspective changes.
And we eventually work for minimal wages.