Heart
Is this pain, or only disappointment at a feeling lost along the way?
Will I recover to once again feel this longing in my heart?
I want to want you, but you seem to forget me when he comes by.
So I must move on and hide my wounded chest and severed heart.
I told myself this would happen, but was blind to my own advice.
I want to feel, to love, to belong, but I'm too quick to trust with my heart.
And now I'm paying the price once again, but will soon forget
When another comes along and I again hand over a part of my heart.
All I want to do is curl up on my bed and cry till I can't see straight.
But I can't stay down that long and rise once more to scar my heart.
So I come before you, still covering the gaping wound with a bloody hand
And hope to hide from you what remains of my broken heart.
I was inspired on Sunday, November 10, 2002
