It was said
That the heart and mind
work together
Like factory workers
To tell the rest of existence
That everything would be alright.
The heart worked with a fake fantasy
It was supposed to be the very core
To a soul
The mind worked alone
Deciphering the words
Any trespassers have to say
The similarity between the two?
Nothing
The mind and heart were born
In two very differing worlds
Neither of which should ever
Mix nor even speak with each other
I feel that someone out
There
Felt that both the mind and heart
Were simple bodily functions
And that the truth was
That love never existed
Or that love could not change
A person
Or that love could not heal
The scars inflicted over the years
Or that love was a game played
By evil-doers lingering around
And the people that still
Believed this was not true
Were not there to
Tell the lost
It would all be alright
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Ideals In A Small World
PoetryA collection of poetry, short stories, and any ideas that must be shared within the closeted shelter of a second home.
