Jaded
by Christina A Mueller
Tuesday, March 05, 2002
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This jaded heart so full of pain
has seen so much
and heard it all.
The words of love
are meaningless now,
nothing but a game
to be twisted an' turned
for ones own pleasure.
To much to often,
turns one into them.
So a masque of dispassion,
eyes cold as ice
with the flick of a hand
a loved one is gone.
Unto them, as unto us.
No cracks are apparent
the pain well hidden.
But below it all
flames of passion are caged.
So this soul does weep
For an unredeamable spirit
That once sored free
Now nothing more than
shattered dreams.
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