TRAITOR

A voice I knew so well is not the same,
now that she tells lies and brings so much pain.
Her heart was an extension of my soul;
it's hardened and frozen into black coal.
Promises were made, special pacts as well,
they now comprise and empty broken shell.
The hope, it was there, but the love was not,
and loneliness and pain are all I've got.
Betrayal--it is such a nasty thing,
but I will heal and again I will sing.

This sucks, I want to go home!

This rocks, I want to read more poetry!