You say you have nothing left to offer;
But you’ve given me a gift I greatly oblige;
The gift of betrayal, the gift to suffer;
The one you’ve conspired with expertise.
I’m beginning to remain often distressed;
My tears have washed my heart in blood;
Deception unbearable my soul has caressed;
Perhaps, I’ll dwell in forever’s teary flood.
You rejoice at the cost of my devastation;
Repeat your game in a whole new way;
How many more preys and excuses shall rain?
The death of betrayal shall surface someday!
The death of betrayal shall surface someday! it will not allow u peace.. beautiful write i appriciate it......10
good poem Annie...the lines there very effectively speak about the present bitterness and despair in the relation that was once sweet...eloquent write...10
this poem is expressive..nicely written..words are well chosen.grace
betryal deceprion the real world....yeah its painful and yes we allresort to it all the time dont we
betryal deceprion the real world....yeah its painful and yes we allresort to it all the time dont we
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, how long one can hide the tyrany and exploitation of relationships. A good poem with bitterness and passions the main ingrediants. Keep writing, Annie. Its good for your catharsis. Best Wishes Naseer