Trust is so fragile 

So easy to break

Hard to repair 

Often it’s too late 

"Trust me," he pleaded

"Feel my love," 

But the pain is blinding 

The damage is done 

Small little lies

Behind my back 

Caused the pull 

Creating the crack 

We talk and tease

Smile when near

But the passion is fading 

Yet there’s no tears

Where is your head

When you speak to me? 

Was this a myth 

Or a girl's fantasy? 

Trust is so fragile 

So easy to break

It’s impossible to forget 

And often too late