Why is trust so lightly valued.

So easily tossed.

Into the wind.

It takes but a callous comment,

To hurt a feeling

Or trample a heart.

Maybe it should not have been

So easily given,

Right from the very start.

When asked to stop!

When hope is involved.

To have those tender feelings

Brandished about,

Like a useless old rag.

There is something precious lost,

Never to be regained.

Maybe being too sensitive,

Maybe even overblown,

But my feelings are my feelings,

And them I have to own.