The heart;

Look at what you've done, and now you're walking away.
Alone, I pick myself up.
Smiling, I face the world again.
It repeats over and over,
Again and again, I stand up once more.
When will all this cease?
I know the ending of each story too well, even before it ends.
I should have stayed away.
Why had I not?
I begin to wonder,
How can there be no inner vows made?