My first taste of betrayal,
was one to not be forgotten,
Betrayed by the one whom was the one I could confide,
Ripping at the sewn bits of my heart....
She betrayed me......
My lover.....my friend,
the one whom held my love,
Caught upon a bed of deciet she lie there with someone,
whom wasn't me,
My eyes fill with sadnees, a look of regret,
she stares back into my eyes, apoligetic...distraught,
How can this happen, when I've given everything,
Tears trickle down my crimson face,
I wasn't good enough, I've been replaced,
She held my heart, and had a choice,
The lust of another or the everything I have,
she chose wrong,
now....I'm gone.
this one is a good one and why don't you write poetry any-more you were so good at it
This poem is a real tearjerker. I could feel my heart breaking along with yours, I so long to ease your pain.
Aw, mon amour. What a heart breaking poem. The strikes our loved ones try to burst our hearts with, always leave the worst scars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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