Me backstabbing him with those silver knives
The blood streaming through
The eyes open with the hurt of betrayal
The hand reaching for my face
Still wishing i would help
My selfish eyes didn't see the begging ones
Stabbing again and again and again
Till those eyes were dead
I took his love his kindness
Now his wealth his power
No tear fell for him
No tear will be for anyone
I am the killer the betrayer
The backstabber
Beware of my fake love
Beware of me ....
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The Cries Of Broken People
PoetryPeopl who seek for help through their anger through their loneliness Through their looks Through their words I am speaking for them I am trying to understand them Poems of their cries for help...
