Heart’s Advice

I don’t want to cry anymore.
I’m not sure if I still can.
The wounds from before are still quite sore,
but my heart still cries to try again.

“But those sudden good-byes drain me!”
I plea to that voice from my heart.
“It’s like in my dreams, or so it seems,
it’s all over before it can start.”

Feelings that I’ve tried not to show
are struggling once more to appear.
I really don’t know which way to go;
but once again, it’s my heart I hear:

(Fools rush in, you know that’s for sure,
but don’t let the past defeat you.
A spark’s allure can be a flame pure,
if you’ll trust what you know to be true.)

“The fear! It pounds me like hail!”
(But that’s in your dreams, or so it seems.)
“But can’t you tell I’m scared I’ll fail?”
(But you won’t if you’ll listen to me.)