Betreyal - Poem by Anastasija Bobileva
Deep red and orange
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.
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