The Heart
The heart wants what the mind sometimes will not allow
Bursts of emotions
Lack of clarity
Processed thoughts transformed into feelings
The mind is a robot breaking life down into sections and corners
While the heart mashes it all together
Creating one big mess
In the midst of that mess is something beautiful
This beautiful is unknown
The mind attempts to process it but it can't The mind can only accept it and let it be
this is why the heart speaks
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