Poetry
The Poetry and Thoughts of Jane Carol
LOVE WAS...
Her heart was like purest crystal
And he broke it into a thousand pieces.
Her love was like a bud just
Tasting the warmth of spring
And he trampled it into the ground.
Her eyes were like two dark pools
As deep as infinity,
And he drained them with her tears.
Her trust was the trust of a
Child for its mother
And he closed the door in her face.
Yet, she lives still,
But only the shell of a girl,
Who loved once and now,
Feels nothing.