• The crying of broken hearts, all scarter appart, left to bleed, left to plead...the love left them, forgotten, and left only their grief, like a leaf they cling, they gently float down in the cradle of the wind, they land softly, set down my the winds gentle hands...only to whither and die alone...left with nothing but the sad dull grey-brown of their broken soals...so fragile their hearts, so easy to break, they trust them in a strangers hands, love so kind, so gentle like the sound of a babys heart beating, yet broken by the hands of the trusted...lied to, torn apart like a worthless peice of paper, then thrown away left to die, to rot, the pain is like having a weight sit in your heart, each throb a painful stabbing.... you cry untill nothing is left, no happyness, no tears...no anger....just a skeleton of what used to be a heart filled to the brim with love...