She kept her heart tucked away between the pages of her favourite book. Now it's just a frail and brittle footnote in a departing love story.

I will be true to you.
The stars can't compare,
the sun won't be bright enough to light our days,
In heaven, in the void we'll soar deeper and deeper still.
To the you on the other side of fate,
waiting to hold my hand and caress my face,
To the you, waiting desperately to ******* lips, to blossom from that kiss.
I will be true.
I will save my love for you.
Only you..

Sometimes,
When something bad happens-
Something so horrible,
That it hurts so much-
No matter what you're doing;
You don't care, what it takes,
To distract yourself from it all,
Do you?

An important aspect....
Cannot be left....
Otherwise there is grief.....
A bit of sorrow.....
Life becomes a bit narrow....
Less openings.....
More guilt....
Once trust is broken.....
Life can never be rebuild....
Life is shining....
Bright....
Brighter than sun....
All it's might...
But once trust is broken....
There is an absence of.....
Light.....

Just never rely on people
but never ever rely only on yourself.

It's never good enough.
You can try your best,
Give them anything-
Everything you've got,
Completely destroy yourself for them,
And still be left looking stupid.

A lying tongue and smiling lips!
Blood dripping claws at finger-tips!
To find my friend and foe are one;
The truth drops on me like a ton.

First, come the shock and disbelief –
Then acceptance with flowing grief…
Then anger wells up in my heart.
The mole has changed into a wart!

Betrayed by one who calls me friend,
What foe will to such depths descend?
A coiled serpent beneath the grass…
I cannot simply let it pass!

I must blast it to kingdom come!
Treachery is a game to some!
I want blood, as my blood’s been drawn;
Shock has changed into hate by dawn.

The hate on my face must not show –
While I plan vengeance sweet and slow.
Death is too quick for treachery!
This foe must waste away slowly…

So shall justice be metered out…
Betrayal one jokes not about.
Here my words come to a rude end.
Be the same for my so-called friend!

Your words were as if from the Victorian age. They  spilled my heart upon this page.

This parchment of pain my quill did trace.
Tied with a ribbon of lies and lace.

Within are the writings of my defeat. Sealed with a kiss of your deceit.