The traitors

Sweet to you on the face,

Taking your side,

Listening to your secrets,

I’ll take it to the grave,

They say,

It’s a pinkie promise,

But then,

Your back is turned,

That’s when,

Their true colours emerge,

Like a rainbow,

That’s been concealed,

Because,

Blending in well,

Is what they do,

Because,

Traitors is what they are,

Your eyes,

Were once covered,

By a Ray of darkness,

You were so blinded,

So trusting,

So faithful,

You trusted those,

Not worthy of your trust,

Trusted so much,

But now,

That mask you had worn,

Has been lifted,

Now you see their true colours,

Painted across the sky,

Now you know,

You will never fully,

Trust again,

Because now you know,

Their are Traitors everywhere.