The betrayed heart,
It knows the way,
Of past traumas,
It leads away,
The wounds of old,
Reminder of pain,
Surrounds the heart,
Like bloodless veins
A beautiful stain
A pattern of sort
It tells a story
A story of not
Of not to try,
Of not to be tempted
Broken promises
Given empty handed
The heart tried to taste
In the days of past
A fruit of value
The fruit of trust
Bittersour fruit
Given rotten
Cold embrace
Of the broken and forgotten