The Failing Heart

The Failing Heart

Love at first sight,
was one of the biggest beliefs I owned
a very long time ago.

Cinderella and Rapunzel fairy tales I harbored too,
but that was before the truth was told.

I believed in magic and all of its abilities.
Disappearing and reappearing seemed so
amazing to me.

Wishing on a star held my heart dearly
for a very, very long time.
To me poetry wasn't poetry
unless each line would rhyme.

I believed that faith was always a step ahead of me
to guide me down the right path.
But again that was before reality sunk in
and tore my wretched heart in half.

I use to believe that I held the world
in the palm of my hands
and that it displayed all for me to see.

But now that my eyes are opened wide,
I see that I had stupid beliefs.

There is no such thing as love at first site.
Cinderella and Rapunzel don't exist.
Magic is nothing but a hallucination of the mind,
created by an illusionist.

Poetry doesn't have to rhyme,
and faith is just what it is.
The world belongs to no one
it all is just a myth.

But now my heart is failing
because the truth really does hurt.

I have no more childhood dreams
because dreaming only make things worst.
So I live each day one day at a time
letting nature take its course.