Tuesday, January 4, 2011

~Betrayal~

A knife in my back…
Feels good, doesn’t it?

He strayed from the path,
And my heart he did hit.

I trusted him, with all of my soul,
And now where it was, is left just a hole.

To turn on a friend is the greatest of sin,
It leaves a lingering stench that infests all kin.

Trust is hard to build, but so easily lost.
He did this for greed, but at what other cost?

My back will hurt, where the knife pierced my flesh,
But my heart is what throbs, the wound always fresh....

"Betrayal" " Is Copyright To AbdulAziz Mohammed 2009

2 comments:

  1. My back will hurt, where the knife pierced my flesh,
    But my heart is what throbs, the wound always fresh....

    (y)

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