The Betrayal
You said you loved me
showed me affection and passion,
but here I am yearning for a relationship,
yet you struggle in an attempt
to taste the flame of my inner soul,
whilst I cherish all that, that is sacred.
Your insensitive scorn is an abomination
when you took my innocence
like that of a tender bloom and fed me
a hurricane of hate
those that bamboozle one’s head,
stabs at a lonely heart.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2012
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