The heart wants what the heart wants
But the mind always see’s sense
It see’s sense and puts up a defense
Against the willingness to allow someone
In your heart because the last person
You let it in tore it apart.
So what do I do with you boo?
Do I let you continue to do
The things you do to me?
Touch my inner and outer body so sweetly
Even now as I write this I breathe deep and
unsteadily.
My heart and soul are going out of control
To the point where my mind maybe unable to stop it.
But maybe I shouldn't stop it.
(snap snap)