Broken Children

You know love is lost when it only brings pain

When children are told not to abstain

When kisses mean nothing and flowers are dead

Unless they're petals that lead to a bed;

But that's not love, it's a mask over lust

That they should not know 'til sand turns to dust.

Children forget to play in the trees

All they know are birds and the bees.

They shouldn't be taught, they should live to know,

But first their hearts have to learn to grow--

Still they love without using their heart

Leaving the children broken apart.