The bitter taste from the berry of betrayal stays,
simply lingering like the midmorning mist.
Once the berry held the illusion that friendship did exist,
it wasn’t always betrayal but a source of pure golden rays,
it even made me think love could survive for days.
However I tragically fear that my judgement missed,
for now I am lost and abandoned in the inexorable haze-
and I am forced to clean the wounds left upon my wrist.

The juice from the berry of betrayal stains a white shirt,
the last ounce of innocence has drained from my soul.
It quickly grows colder than even the most bone chilling breeze-
my emotions and self esteem will forever now be on alert,
for this berry of betrayal has slowly taken its sweet toll,
and now our friendship is forever lost in dark churlish seas.