Days go by, we think we know,
The friends we have, the trust we show.
And so they stab you, cut you deep,
Betrayed, obsessed and losing sleep.
Were they ever really there?
Did they ever really care?
I gave to you my heart and soul,
You lied, you charmed and then you stole.
Now you walk away unscathed,
With no regrets how you behaved.
Betray me with a kiss, my friend,
Be proud, this broken man descends.
Author notes
An old poem I wrote years ago.
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