Treasure Island

Julie McLeod


Betrayed by you


He took my trust
and threw it out the door
I told him to stop
He didn't, he did more

I believed everyword
That he would say
I have the memories
Each and Everyday

You lied after lie
Broke me more then before
The thought comes in,
Why don't I die.

Then I wouldn't feel,
Feel all this pain.
I've lost everything
Nothings been gained

I need someone to relate
Someone to cry to, and shed my tears
Someone to open that gate
And determine my fate.

I don't know what to do
I was betrayed by you.

Submitted: Thursday, March 28, 2013
Edited: Thursday, March 28, 2013
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  • Kharon March (6/27/2013 1:14:00 AM)

    Sad the emotions were well felt trust and belive the individual u r looking for is within ur grasp u just need to realize that for urself beautiful poem (Report) Reply

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