When deepest secrets shared, means nothing
and the most heart-felt words are cast aside
The songs are no longer about love and trust
but of cold betrayal, cruel
Thoughlessness slashes the soul
and, wounded, the soul recoils
Love is not a reality on any level
...and trust cannot be relied upon
Hopes and dreams are figments of imagination
created while the mind is unsound
only a fool would attempt to build upon them.
Always,
Deborah
Regis
Ron
Love ya!
Jane