Betrayal At First Hand

I know exactly how betrayal feels like. How personal of an ordeal. The feeling is spear vociferous like. That is betrayal for a mere country girl. Being used to wagons and stallions, springs, tall grass lands, I was safe. Lassie years fetched these experiences, Now I testify about betrayal, I’m safe. I am told love comes in unalike statuses, I had, I have my own, will always have. I don’t know how love saw this unbiased. But it is bias, I have been betrayed. Well, it’s done I have always thought. But love you left me there, There by Betrayal’s door post, I’m hurt. Won’t you come, come pull me to the out? You never know because I never tell. You will never come fetch me. You never meant to me thus at all. This hurt will be my light each day I see