Trust Me

Within love, only the passing of time will allow me to see,
The truth behind a statement where confusion and pain is free,
Learning to ride a bike, I could always feel my fathers hand,
With a steady momentum, an hour glass of sand,
I would trip however never fall,
My fathers actions never came with a stall,
Each day started in the same way,
The same conversation, repetition is what he would say,
Mother is loving however never there,
Two voices beyond my the other side of the door is rare,
There are times mother and father would embrace,
Understandings of love creates a blank face,
When my body began to scare me, when it started to change,
My father helped me welcome it without feeling strange,
Pregancy, diseases, sexual expression; sex and masturbation,
My perception changed, fear became fascination,
Father hugs like a friend with mother in the house,
In my room they last longer, when there's no one else,
Within love, only the passing of time will allow me to see,
the criminal mentality behind my fathers words; trust me.