Poezja

On the mind 
Must not be spoken 
Words to say 
Trust never broken 
 
Painful glare 
Eyes glaze 
Smile so fake 
Stuck in a daze 
 
Small whisper 
Steady lie 
Blind and bleeding 
Still won't die 
 
Try to stand 
Cannot not fall 
There you are 
Steady and tall 
 
What a past 
Scared away 
Will not last 
But I will stay