Betrayal
A serpent of the night
A serpent in friendship
Striking with no courtship
Never minding the relationship
The painful thing about betrayal,
It never comes from the enemy
It feeds on the loved,
Making ‘em worse
Just like a curse
Directly from the cross
It feeds on trust
Created by lust,
We then wonder why it’s lost.
Flounder
The real definition of humans
The ones you love more,
Cause you pains more.
Please don’t tell me you love me,
Cause all you do is stab me,
Never thinking of all you do to me.
A lot of pain, all from one source?
Betrayal.
Copyright © Adeola Mubarak | Year Posted 2014
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