Betrayed Heart

Raise your eye gaze at the shattered body you called yours

I pity my pathetic figure as I locked behind me 20 doors

Your flaws became a poem I prayed to forget and die

A vision of the hands I called home on someone else no deny

Seeing those hands marked with a different scent than mine

Your face shows no remorse but proud to be on cloud nine

Live your fantasies for I am real

Quite high than your mistress, I’ll make you kneel