Long ago, I was free
and I could laugh and trust
any way I wanted to; I could see
myself in the mirror, and there was no rust.
But there is now, and it is thick,
so stained on that it will never look
the same again because trust is slick.
Luckily, my heart was all it took.
Bust some are not as fortunate as I,
it will break a person, never leave them the same.
It's true, though some try to break the tie;
however, betrayal knows my name.
I am hurt and broken, there
is no one that has filled this gap,
and I fear no one ever will. Their
story will continue, but I am stuck in betrayal's trap.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
