Win my Trust

Broken glass lays along the floor,
cut and gashes on the soles of your feet,
with every step aches and pains
play havic on your heart and body.

Burn me once, shame on you,
burn me twice,and watch out,
for there's a fire simmering
beneath my easy dimeaner.

Verbal and physical alike,
any type of hit can leave a bruise,
and I'm tired of ache acompanying
the low blows you serve.

There's only so many times,
a door can be opened,
just to be slamed back in the face of
the girl who opened it to you.

So now the door is locked,
go and find the key,
but I'll tell you now
trust is the way through to me

And it ain't easy to win.....