BETRAYAL and trust,
And she must,
Move on and like again.
For she never loved,
As long as he held her heart, unbeknownst to him,
It was never love,
Obsession, like, and even that grew dim.
And now her heart is freed to wander,
Among perhaps willing suitors,
Her heart flutters and flies into his waiting hands,
And she is happy, for now,
The dark days are over,
But to anyone, her heart will never bow.
