Once, wandering through the pathways of the new town,
Disguised as a merry party.
He abruptly stops mid-stride as his treacherous dark green eyes,
Catch the glimpse of your naivety.
He strides further towards you adjusting up his distorted sleeves,
Laden with a million broken hearts.
He smiles like a pure saint luring you with his heartwarming words,
Swaying his sugarcoated venom-dripping tongue,
Slowly he wraps himself up with your trust.
He lets you sniffle on his shoulders patting you with his hands of hope,
While his heart silently warms up as your cold tears pierce through his coat.
Skillfully he rides up your expectations becoming the gleam of your eyes,
But on such a dreadful day when you need him the most,
He carelessly lets his mask slide off his face,
He laughs as he sees your eyes widen as you scream,
He sings as he hears your heart break,
He picks up a piece of your heart with satisfaction to decorate up his sleeves.
He strolls out just as he came but humming his merry tune of success,
Not looking back even once as he leaves you to wither in pain.
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By this time, everyeach of us,
From humans to squirells,
Have felt the sting of betrayal,
Atleast once in our lives.
This is for all of you.
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