It's not the sadness she's feeling,
Not even jealousy.
A deep betrayal it is.
The one who constantly hold her hand,
The one who constantly give her a hug,
The one who often say everything will be alright,
Is the one who got her into this misery.
You, who is innocently betraying her trust.
Who knew evil girls have the prettiest face.
No supplement can pull her out of this misery.
She's screwed.
She feels like it is unbelievable and unreal,
Despite knowing how you are.
A literal snake in the grass.
The one who always knew everything,
And ended up betraying.
Innocently playing with a man feelings,
Putting your closed ones in misery.
She would take a bullet for him,
And another rose is snatching her noir away from her.
-R.X-
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A Piece of Heart in Question
PoetryThis is where I pour my untold feelings in the form of poems. I'm sure a lot of people will relate to this.
