The Broken Vase Of Trust

Something is always missing,

The lost button from your shirt,

Always had a glimpse of doubt,

Stabbed in between my throat.

The words are larger to swallow,

And never weak enough to spill out,

Like the apple stuck in Adam's throat.

At moments, love spills off,

But, trust still whispers to hold on,

But, the lipstick marks on your collar,

Breaks the vase of love, saved for years,

All at once!