Betrayal
I am the open door
The one to which all things are accepted into
The one that doesn't slam in your face
I am the gateway to which good things lie
Or maybe what you felt for me was just that - a lie
I am the one with the gavel and the white wig
A judge who doesn't do his title
I am the lock that has been opened too many times
Exposing what I hold inside
Only to have the key break off
I am the bomb with the short fuse
The fuse that has lit but never seems to ignite me
I am the ears to which you confess to
The mind that interprets solutions to your problems
The shoulder that you cry on so frequently
I was the heart that felt love for you, only to be obliterated
I was the one you wanted
Only to be thrown away for my equivalent
The one who seems like me yet somehow different
I was the trust that held you dear
And now I hold you dead
For you are the one with the cinder arms
And nothing burns like betrayal
Copyright © 2009
The one to which all things are accepted into
The one that doesn't slam in your face
I am the gateway to which good things lie
Or maybe what you felt for me was just that - a lie
I am the one with the gavel and the white wig
A judge who doesn't do his title
I am the lock that has been opened too many times
Exposing what I hold inside
Only to have the key break off
I am the bomb with the short fuse
The fuse that has lit but never seems to ignite me
I am the ears to which you confess to
The mind that interprets solutions to your problems
The shoulder that you cry on so frequently
I was the heart that felt love for you, only to be obliterated
I was the one you wanted
Only to be thrown away for my equivalent
The one who seems like me yet somehow different
I was the trust that held you dear
And now I hold you dead
For you are the one with the cinder arms
And nothing burns like betrayal
Copyright © 2009
