Betrayal

A knife to the heart
A stealer of souls
A broken oath till the day runs old
A hidden frown
And poisoned smile
That friendly trigger which shot me down
An endless night
With nowhere to hide
I am alone with my aimless cry

by Young Heart

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Thou to some lips of sweeter melody, And I to nurse the barren memory Of unkissed kisses, and songs never sung. Great poetry.