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
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