The heart

The heart is a cheater. What you put your mind into, your heart fails you. It's so hard to make resolutions. Decisions. Coz in the end it's still your heart that matters. Not your brains. What your heart has done, if it moved people, if it cared, if it loved. Regardless if its worn out or tired, or broken.

Then I think of the many times that I have failed my heart. That's the irony, sometimes you follow your heart and yet you still break it. And maybe, if I considered my senses, maybe I'd save my poor heart the pains.

Only time can give me peace now. And prayers. My heart has to rest whether it feels like it or not.