The heart never differentiates,
Only traits it seeks it adulates,
Even when the mind says no,
It still says yes to go to the road alone.
The mind stipulates logic,
Some of those strum the strings,
Sometimes you cut your fingers,
When you hearken the music they make.
Just a few pictures and voice,
Is that what defines you?
In an instant your soul,
Was forsook to be forlorn.
The mind convinces still,
To let go of what is not yours,
The tears show the future,
The heart still prays for more.
Fingers itch to touch,
Body yearns as it burns,
Mind is lost and muddled,
But the heart still bleeds devotion.
What they mean to you,
That they will never know,
How you died inside,
When you drank the words whole.
You cut your heart,
A million pieces and more,
You crush everything,
Every dream and every hope.
The hope still remains, feelings grow,
Even if they are meant to hurt,
The anguish and gore that heart emits,
The tears all night you cried,
Might be beautiful words for them,
They define your benumbed existence.
1 comment:
Beautiful thoughts on ever lasting tussle between mind and heart.No one wins but the battle is always raging as if begging for sync.
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