The Betrayal, With My Sister
Karma with destroy you both.
The Betrayal, with My Sister
You wore the mask of love so well,
A sister’s bond—a sacred spell.
Yet behind those eyes, a shadow grew,
Deceitful lies that no one knew.
You took his hand, my heart in tow,
A double betrayal, a brutal blow.
The vows he swore were swept away,
By your hunger, your need to stray.
A love built on lies will never stand,
It crumbles like castles made of sand.
You cast him off, left him to drown,
In a sea of hate where souls go down.
The blood we shared is cold as stone,
A sister’s love, now overthrown.
Yet I rise above, though scars remain,
Your betrayal taught me to bear the pain.
A sister would never do this at all
From now on, you’re invisible, there is a wall
You crushed my soul and broke it in two,
Now I truly hate the both of you.
No tears are left, no tales to tell,
I hope you both rot in hell.
What you did to me, marked your end
Now go away, This is goodbye. The End
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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If this is true and this is hard to believe you will work it out one day believe it or not. Good emotional poem though.