Its not easy when you trust someone, and they play your heart just for the fun
I know how it feels, I know this is true, when people betray you, Ive felt it too
With hearts broken and it all crashes down, you wonder if Cupid has suddenly left town
His bow is not fired, his arrows not struck, but here is your heart with no ounce of luck
Don’t you just wonder how it will be, to ever share with someone the same side of me?
Like a gift given, taken, unwrapped; Only to find that your heart has been scrapped.
I know how it feels, I know this is true, my hear was broken, Ive felt it too
I tried to sulk, I tried to wallow, but what I learned was my pride I must swallow
Pick up the pieces, get off the ground, don’t let this mess bring me on down
The key is a smile, just an ounce of happy, and you can say goodbye to feeling so crappy
The solution I took is not one I like, it worked for me, but it was a very long hike
I took my time, and decided to ponder, what will I do, when I learn to grow fonder
But how can I do it? How will it be? Will I ever be able to share the same ‘me’?
It came to me, that person I am no longer. For through this ordeal, I have grown stronger
I grew farther from earth, closer to God, and spent more time evaluating life’s true worth
Is it the people we love or the things that they give, or the time that we have to continue to live?
All this sitting and waiting, do we have such time? Surely we don’t, it ought to be crime.
Time is a gift, the greatest in life, don’t waste it in strife, or lose it in rift
The truth is quite, I learned it myself. It’s not about waiting with our heart on a shelf
We must use this time in part to recover, but use it as well to also discover
What have we lost, what has been feigned, and what else is out their for our hearts to be gained?
So I offer to you, this bit of advice, don’t grip your heart with the strength of a vice
Just be cautious, but also sincere. You haven’t time to waste, not a moment or year.
God gave us life, to live it we must. But time he gave little to never re-trust
Don’t live it too slow, or even to fast. But sure that you never live in your past
That time is gone, that page is turned. There is something more that your heart must yearn.
Now go to the mirror and see what I see. Someone who has been hurt, just like me.
But not deterred, nor scared away. We’ve learned to live for the next day.
You shouldn’t be sad, or the slightest bit mad. You should be happy, and very much glad.
God made you great, and awfully pretty. But among other things, God made you gritty.
God gave you the ability to find reassurance, but also he made you full of endurance
So hold your head high and remember to smile. ‘Tis not just yours, but all hearts are fragile.
So what did I find? You may have wondered. I found that I have strength to endure such a blunder.
I learned to be careful, and who to trust. But fencing myself in, surely not I must.
I learned to look forward, and stop looking back. Our ‘others’ are gone, not on the same track.
I trust them no more, I yearn for them not. My memory of them I must let rot.
Don’t make fun, or poke in jest. Make fun of themselves is what they do best.
Don’t waste your time hating on them, Instead spend your time being a gem.
You’re sparkling stone in a sea of sand. Let him be the rock whose blemish is bland.
It took me a while to come to these conclusions. To put myself together I thought would take fusion.
And now that I have, and dried is my glue, I happened to notice, yours drying too.
So here I say what I have trouble expressing, but through my writing I seem to be progressing.
I see you, my friend, in your life struggle. As if in a wizarding world, you are but a muggle.
If anything I can do, Id like to help. Just give me a holler, or let off a whelp.
Sometimes its easier with someone from outside, Someone whose trust has not yet been tried.
Other times is easier if that person has traveled On the same path our heart has unraveled.
I haven’t quite figured and still don’t know why, why I am offering where I oughtn’t pry
I suppose that in you a person I see, A person who is recovering from the same thing as me
I did it alone with hardly a friend Who understood what its like when fragile hearts bend
So perhaps it’s a goal, or some sort of mission, to be there for you, a pair of ears to listen.
Too much do I talk, so I decided to write. When I talk you tune out, but read this you might.
So here is my goal, my simple odd mission, to reverse your heart from its past fission
You are very pretty, and funny as well, so let that be part of ringing your bell
The bell of joy, a joy we relearn. We ring it in pain, we all have our turn.
So go find that bell and ring it aloud, and away will go the confusing shroud
So what do I want? Why do I write? Why give my sword to assist in your fight?
I like to write, and you like to read, so in the garden of friends I plant this seed
This poem is here for you to read, and I am here for what you might need
I see you as happy, and sad you are not. But even so, I gave this some thought
Maybe Im mistaken, or poss ibly wrong, about my solution all the while long
Perhaps what is important in the crazy strife, is not just the time, but with who we spend it in life
There’s people we meet and then we forget, but I’d like to be someone you’re glad you met
You’re very cute, and I like to be around you. So I’ll try to help, and happiness surround you
My object is simple, is sort of a trial, To do what I can, to just make you smile.
Now this comes with a question, a curious suggestion
Why have I sprung this so suddenly, Why open this box that’s inside of me?
Well Ill say this, all truth be told. Everyone is shy, but a little bit bold