Betrayal dropped from trusted lips
Into a deep velvet void
Love broken did slip.

Buttoned up
With cursed needle sewn tight
Blue skies were saturated
With clouds of the night

Till came a day
Aged and worn
Caught on a smile
The pocket was torn

Spreading shiny white wings
Love bolted and took flight
Never again to be graced
By clouds of the night.

This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby Dec. 6, 2014