Poezja

Trace my thoughts,
 trace my pain,
 all i did, all in vain.
 I let you in because i thought you were different,
 sweet, loving, trusting, excellent.

 But the day you stopped trusting me,
 everything changed, not the way it used to be.

I love you, i still do,
i hope you could say you trust and love me too...
so, trace my thoughts,
trace my pain, is the way i love you, all in vain? ?