2004-05-13: 8:57 p.m.

Wishful Thinking

I have learned not to listen

To the beating of my heart;

Nor follow on quick impulse

The soft whisper I used to heed.

Perhaps I will discover

That a broken heart can mend,

And wounds will still heal,

But it’s only wishful thinking.

I wish I could, but see,

I will never learn to love again.

For my scars will remind me...

I’ve been hurt too many times.