We've been good friends for a while
We had our moments
We all played the trumpet
Yet you turned on her
And you shared your problems with me
And that one day, when I said I wore contacts
You turned on me
YOU ARE READING
Dressed in all Black
PoetryA sharpened dagger stabbed in his heart, Ripping in two, ripping apart. It took only a few words, but her words cut him deep, Stealing emotions, making him weak. Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/sad_love/betrayal/
