There was a slight drizzle
And the clouds dark
Warning a bigger shower.
So was my heart
Wandering in the gloom
Warning another downpour.
The new path was all welcoming
Painted new and glossy
For never once did I see beyond those walls.
I walked on to reach the same spot
A haunting familiarity clutching my chest
Remote, stranded and shuddering again.
The heart is so influencing
Shutting off the brain at times
Leaving behind a needy, vulnerable mess.
Tell me, why do we repeat our mistakes?
We go back when we know we should’ve not?
Do we learn our lessons right?