One Question
Anger, betrayal, confusion, despair
Play their nagging songs in my head.
Yet I cannot help what has been done
Nor take back what was said.
You led me on - how could you do it?
I trusted you with my heart.
Could your innocent face be the very same one
That tore my life apart?
I don't understand; I liked you a lot,
But you were out just to have fun.
I was but one of your toys; now one question I ask:
Who was the other one?
Copyright © April 1996 by Veronica L. F. Jensen
