Day of broken hearts

In the chilling fog,
as midnight turns to grey
before the dawn of the day
as the snowflakes slowly fall
along the winding way
the softest white blanket,
muffling sounds of shattering glass
as another heart falls to ground
red rosettes left dying amidst the grass
as blood drips slowly on newborn snow
fading to ash on this day
none will know
in winter's icy grip lay the dying dreams
becoming a white death shrowd,
silencing broken screams
as sunlight tears through the numbing mist
it slowly falls against lips never kissed
that on this the day of broken hearts
shattered stillness
doomed from the start
written in crimson
against the dying snow
please forgive my jealousy
for wanting so badly what i will never know