With matters of the heart
Here comes heartache that smears and leaves inside a huge mark
Unaware as people are
No one notices, really
They try to function day-to-day
Little do they know
There is no warning sign
No flashing light.
Heartache creeps in
It replaces where trust once stayed
It is almost like it packs a bag,
It is not going anywhere soon.
Little by little the changes seem
To little really to place blame
As if the heart was made of steel
People excuse that deep down, how they feel.
They don’t understand it all
Or they would run away, even crawl.
No one likes heartache, no one needs it either
It is sadly though a fact of life
Somewhere along in your own life you have had it come
It stays for a while and then some
Leaving in its place things that barely function any more,
Things like trust, like pleasure, like joy.
Sometimes it sinks into the walls of the heart
It does not hesitate at all.
However, heartache can be put in the back of your heart, sometimes
That place where you avoid going unless something triggers it
The avoidance does not extinguish it,
All it does is give a person a little while to feel the right way again
To enjoy something that they hadn’t been
In a sort of way, it allows them to pretend.
So if you see heartache coming for a visit,
Turn it away, don’t let it stay
Show it your heart and its courage,
Its fight.
Then, and only then will you eventually be alright.
Mws R Writings 