Betreyal Poem by Anastasija Bobileva

Deep red and orange
Burning light
A glint of yellow
But not so bright

I wish I could tell how I really feel,
But now it's too late and I can't heal.
All I wanted was to be with you,
But soon I realized that nothing was true.

Without warning you stabbed me,
With a dagger called betreyal.
You displayed no sign of emotion,
Then vanished into the rain and hail.

I died several times of heartbreak,
Became withered like a cast off leaf.