Have I been a Judas to your heart?
A kiss of betrayal from the start?
The blood on my hands floods this field,
But my soul tells me our love is real.
Can you forgive this broken man?
It only seems to be quicksand.
My love for you is so true,
But my heart is always singing the blues.
I crucified your loving soul,
Driving the nails in with my words.
I sent my love in poems but no one heard,
Now I will hang my head low, until I'm dead.
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