The colours lay stilll
at the surface of the shades of emotions
and I could draw contours of pain
in the shadows of agony

when I used the metaphor of trust
you defined it by a succinct analogy
when you said that betrayals are just myths
and you betrayed my thoughts

When I see hope dwindling
I see the beauty in nothingness
even if you are not around here
when I have self-philosophical dialogues
on love and hope, trust and betrayal,
I still know that the innocence that you show
is for real

Love cannot be subjugated to definitions
Trust is just a word after all