| 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 If you browsed in from GeoCities, just close this window to return. This background is provided courtesy of the very talented Linda Cole |