The taste of betrayal lingers long after the fact
It's funny how it continues to sear
Whether one or twenty acts
Promises broken, lies spoken, knives in the back
No matter what form it arrives in
One is never ready for the attack
Heavy heart, painful chest
Longing for reprieve
Praying for the kind of rest
That comes when heartache leaves
Trust is gone, dreams are broken
The scars may never heal
Wounds created from venom spoken
This lasting pain is real
Trying to steel up courage to face life again
Moving forward, the past has passed
Time to let the healing begin.
*Author's note: Do you think this piece is best suited as "Untitled?" Can you think of a better alternative?
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