My Heart is Unhappy

My heart is unhappy, I think it's angry 

at me.

I know it's my fault, for all I look I will

just never see.

My mind is always busy, wondering around

in the past.

Scared I may loose the detail, that my memories 

won't last.

Pictures still in a frame, in an easy to get 

to place.

So when I want to remember, I can always

see his face.

It's hard because at first I wondered why I

had to let him go.

It took all the strength within me, and why, I

will never know.

My heart was hurt from the pain of it, and

my face flooded by the tears.

Asking with every wish to give me back all

those years.

There grew this silence between us, for words

cut us inside.

From there on in every emotion I learnt to

hide.

But never was I allowed to forget, at times 

I wish I could.

Around every corner of progress he was

always stood. 

I would look in his eyes, I would hold his hand. I

am at home.

Before I knew it he was gone, and again, I 

am all alone. 

I don't know whether with age if my love

got shy,

No matter how much I wished I never loved 

another guy.

It would never matter what perfection

they had out or in,

because truth of it was they could never

be him.

Now there is this struggle between heart 

and mind,

Do I wait for my hopeless dream or leave 

it behind?

The secret is it's not a choice I could ever

make. 

I can turn away from this but I can not stop my 

heart or mend it's break.

So here I am, me and my helpless love, here

we stand. 

Believing, hoping that I will go back home, look

in his eyes, hold his hand. 

Or someone will break my curse of a love 

with no return. 

That I will look into another's eyes and 

of his love I will learn.

I understand if I never go home or 

move somewhere new

I deserve nothing more than I get, no

love to carry me through.

So young was my heart, it's been too long 

now to let go. 

Of a normal love my heart will never 

know.  

Reviews

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If I can be totally honest for me it was a wee bit hard to read as the flow was a bit off.I find that if you keep the syllable count in each line there or thereabouts the flow is much smoother,but that is only my opinion.
My heart is unhappy,
it's angry at me,
I know I'm at fault,
but my ego won't see.

Or something like that.Take care.