Head/Heart

Our song will play on,

a time loop lost to the beat,

as we were lost to the wave

of life,

As if my DNA were not made

of your glow,

or as if my eyes

will e'er be able to let go

of the fire they espy.

Our skin will bear the burn

of eros torn down

by a head frit to fall.

An age-old war-

the mad core,

the mind in vain.

They know who will win,

each time.

Over time, they find,

it was ne'er the war

of the mind to lose.

My mind will say

it sees all,

and yet,

it will run to you

just the same,

just to tell you,

"I love you".

One day,

my soul will be the one

to beg us not to fall.