Judas's Kiss

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