The way of the heart, my heart

A heart is such fragile little thing,
that at any given day can stop to sing.
A heart is such lovely driven source,
that can endure alot of pain, worries and have remorse.

So many emotions that are placed in one single home,
a dangerous move to make when you leave them alone.
As they can rapidly change and go,
as they build up and finaly explode.
A nightmarish thought that like many dreams had foretold.

A heart is an object ment to share,
to the people who are worthy, willing and capable to bare.
The sins, the mistakes and the scars,
choose the path that has gotten you so far.

A decision to bring back the memories,
of those that aren't here, the one we dearly miss.
A decision to bring back that's what has gone lost,
to make things fine again, a necessary part of relief for most.

A heart that cries after commiting a serious crime,
who undoubtedly thought you were all mine.
A heart that cries because it can't forget,
all of the nasty and bad things that had been said.

Because that wasn't me,
I just wished after knowing me for a couple of months you would see.
Beyond the downside of my heart,
capable to beat it with yours and outsmart
the wicked ways my mind works these days due to the past.

But I know it's not an excuse,
for hurting you the way I did.
Never would I imagine all of this would made us split,
and make me sick... lovesick for missing you.

I just wished you knew,
that there doesn't go a day by now that I don't think of you.
About the girl with a similar heart, broken and for a huge part of it torn apart.
But one that still lives and breathes echoes and voices of hope, one that always has been stronger than mine because it can move on.