The Pastry Of Momentary Happiness Poem by Alyx True Edge

You utter pleasant words, the pastry of momentary happiness
but how should I see what you truly think of me

Your eyes speak the firm language of appreciation
but how should I see if you are the one I can trust

For me to be loved and to be trusted, first and foremost,
I need to trust
and need to thrust
my way through somber valleys of doubts
to drive out
all intimate memories and rewire anything known
forget the loveless mire
live in the moment
find laughter
or inspire
a once
dead
soul