Poem by Wendye Savage
Absorbing secrets that I confide
With your hidden dagger tucked inside:
You’ve held me at my lowest place
As tears came streaming down my face:
A kissing Judas in the end
You’ve taught me well, my so called friend:
I’m not bitter, I’m not blue
But wiser now, because of you:
The joy you have received in this
Planting your painful, twisted , kiss:
Will result in karma in the end
Beware my Judas, so called friend.
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