Scribble. (unfinished)

 

Heart Vs Mind. The Burning Truth.

I refuse to make you the mistress of my thoughts and the man of my returns.

Let love have great contrast, guiltily.

I’ve got the moon on my pillow and you on my mind.

We could keep the coldest night warm with our burning hearts and light it up with our flaming wonder.

I’d like to think I’m the mess you’d like to wear with pride.
Lets call my life your agenda, start fillin my days.

Beneath the sheets of papers lines of truth.

So i write. I scribble.
In hopes my heart will somehow translate its desires on to these sheets of moist fibers. It's raining out the window and today it looks like night.
I can't keep staring at your mouth without wondering how it tastes.
 my eyes are either gray or blue youre never close enough to say.
I'm with another boy (he's asleep, i'm wide awake )
and he tried to win my heart, but it's taken. . . . .
time.

This city is for strangers, like the sky is for the stars.
Don't second guess your feelings you were right form the start
and i notice she's your lover, but she's nowhere near your heart.

Blue skies are calling.

I know its not the end, but theres know way of knowing.

 

 Whats worth the burn in life?
whats stronger, our hearts or our mind?

TO be CONTINUED.