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Heartsick

Unrelenting disappointment leaves you heartsick. (Proverbs 13:12a The MSG)

I've believed in fairy tales far too long
I've believed in hope;
I've believed in dreams
I've believed in working hard
I've  believed dreams came true

I've dreamed I'd be loved and cherished
I've given when I had nothing to give
I've cried an ocean of tears
I've loved faithfully
I've loved completely
I've loved selflessly

There is no prince charming
Dreams don't come true
Hope disappoints
My heart is empty
The pain never ends
And tears never dry

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