Had I once been able to see through those eyes,
All that’s hidden in contemptible lies,

I would have known not to get clashed in,
To that brutal ‘street’ of such cold-blooded compassion.

But it is not to the eyes that one would suspect,
What a deep sword in the back two confidants could inject.

Instilled my impeccable faith, friendship- Love even,
Yet such a confiding fault of my own for once believin’

That a rearing so heavy on pompousness and asset,
Could teach fidelity with a sensible mindset!

Now these cutting words, incased in lies,
Leave a sickening pit betwixt my stomach, in a jealous disguise.

Nothing left but wondrous memories turned to dust,
As I rip up the pictures in utter disgust.

But I stop myself and then realize,
That by pursuing this grief, a piece of me dies.

So live and let go, wipe the tears that I shed,
There are faithful crowds I have yet to equate,

And a promising future ahead.