Tangled as a feather,
Brittle as old leather
Words so prudent and tender
Yet a weapon in the hands of a traitor...
From a frown to a smile
From a step to a mile
Truly we were versatile
But what you did to me was unforgettable...
Your tongue spits tremors
Your tone full of hurt and terrors
Really you're a wolf in a sheep's clothing
For you always stand up and show me the blue faces...
Indeed, a tooth is a bone
For it glitters but cuts as a thorn
With your blurred lies, you've torn
My precious image I built for long...
I feel Betrayed
Surely, you're not a friend in need...
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