Your heart to your brain is distant
The functions they hold are quite different
Yet when I look into your eyes
My chest aches, my brain lies.
My chest hurts when there's nothing wrong
My brain just seems to play along
Love is something I can't see
And yet it is affecting me?
I turn my head
I look away
Think "Love is dead"
But another day
It'll come to haunt me once again
'Cos I love you now and I'll love you then.
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Poems
PoetryOccasionally, I write a poem that I'm actually not entirely ashamed of. I will post when I write them. I don't delete any poems, so there are definitely some awful ones from when I had lower standards. I suppose that means I've gotten better.
