Sifting through ashes of everything she knew
she wonders if her fairy tale
might someday come true.
She relives each heartache, every joy, and misery.
She keeps to herself and whispers,
"No it will never be."
Sometimes a heart
can be unwise
it chooses to close
its wary eyes
the scars there are many
and they are too deep to heal
she just gave up trying
and forgot how to feel.
There's a certain type of woman
who knows how to love with her whole heart
but she cowers and hides behind excuses
as relationships start.
She's discovered the nightmare it is
giving it all to the wrong man
and it just is not in her.
Maybe one day she can.
Sometimes a heart
will wither and die
when it finally awakens
and remembers the lie.
She will lock up her heart
with things she needs to forget
and she'll punish herself
with the fear and regret.