Stabbed me for the fourth time
oh such pain, harder
than ever.
Betrayal of trust,
oh such lust.
Wood no more
only confusion till shore.
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Author:
Buttercup (
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till the shore shows,
a tear randomly flows.
broken trusted ideals,
remembering how lust feels
the pain will subside,
despite the stabbing,
your heart survived
Many more stabs to the heart will come, strengthen yourself with each one.
You don't even know me,
but still tried to console me.
We need more people like you,
to change the world to new.
It brought a smile on my face
I know this is just a phase.
Yes my heart survived,
but it can't forget the way he lied.
Thank you so much maplespal. It's a wonderful poem and I'm grateful.
wishing you the best
buttercup
Excellent write
Thank you Tony
You're welcome
Oh betrayal is the pits. Four stab wounds is far too many. Pain shared here in your brevity.
Thank you very much Cassie
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