It started and now it will come to an end.
Who needs a lover, who is not a friend?
Unjustified title. Working towards justification.
I knock on his door
I knock again
Still no reply
I knock for the third time
The door opens
It is someone else
His name is Doubt. A “friend” whom I meet often
“Where is Trust?” I ask him
“I don’t know.” He replies
“This is where he lives, what are you doing here?”
“I live here now, go look for him somewhere else.”
Saying this he shut the door
Doubt seemed off today, is he jealous?
I have got to find Trust
Where is Trust?