~~~BETRAYEL~~~
  
finding myself struggling
to make all the wrongs
done by two right 
finding you in the solitude
of the night
all alone except 
for your tears
trying to retrace all
the lost years
recalling all the riches
you couldnt make last
in the high rollers game
life passes you 
by all to fast
as children there 
should of been someone 
to trust.
in are youth
what we found was betrayel
grown ups lost in the
perversion of there 
own lust
crucifing our innocence
making mistakes lover after lover
daydreaming what would 
have become of us
had we had someone we
could of called mother.


by.  stacy