Tangled Heart
Tangled up heart is what they always say.
That's what they always say to you and me.
They like to play with our hearts.
Or so I'd say.
They'd like to be nice at first.
Then, they'd become friends with you.
Soon, they'd get bored of you and move on.
They were only using you for entertainment, nothing more, and a lot less.
You could get depressed and cry your eyes out because of it.
Maybe even stop trusting people and never ever being nice to them.
And soon there will be a large stone wall building up around your heart.
Slowly.
Slowly.
Slowly it's building fortress for itself.
Slowly but surely it will be done in no time...
Then there will be vines growing up and down on that wall.
Having no opening or exit.
Having no one come and get you out of there.
Well, not yet that is...
Or you could forget all those people and never see their face ever again.
That could be hard at times.
I could tell...
It has happened to me before.
But I have stopped building my walls and started to find new people.
Who actually cared.
They mean so much to me now.
And now, I can't let them go.
So please, try and unravel yourself from those barbed wires, ribbons, vines, or anything you got caught in.
And let you be open to others, but still have a backup plan if something bad happens.
Don't worry, there's always a way.
There's always a way, to everything.