Just look at all the broken hearts
Lying crushed on the bloodied snow;
Myriad childhood innocence
Discarded, just after the show
Of affection that wasn't affection,
But a need to sate only lust;
Here, lies and broken promises
Were used to win love and trust.
Don't ask me why I shun love,
Ask how I have any left!
Ask why my heart lies crushed in the snow,
And how I can cope, bereft.

© MadPoetnExile

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