Believe Me

Taken from me gradually
the erosion of stone to sand
A strong oak
chipped away
termites don't come alone
A kiss and a promise
sharp bark,
lightly padded
A word is given
so how could it be kept?

Weathered and torn
like the rags of first blanket
a memory of something.
for sometime it can be ignored
Lie after excuse
only so many times spin 'round

A lie is the wind
to a stone once whole
An excuse a termite
to a tree of trust
An honest being
Is a lie of faith.