I was once loved before.
I was once trusted before.
I was once intrigue by you before.

Love is good when you mean it.
Love makes you appreciate, if you really trust love.
Love keeps you blind.

You convinced me then.
You took me in you arms then.
You blind me then.

Now love is another page of a book.
Now love, trust, and desires are just dry as the desert soil.
Now trust whom?

Then I did not care.
Then I was blind by your sweetness.
Then I did not realized of today.