A constant war between the heart and the head; where the former often outwins the latter.
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I tried to call for a truce, oh heart, with you
For those innumerable things that make your wings flutter
Those things that leave you with hope even in the face of heavy odds
Those which leave you stupidly optimistic;
I tried to make you realize when to lower your wings, even cut them off at times,
Because there would not be any good, if you'd fly long enough
only to fall down, your wings tired, in the sea of reality, and drown yourself.
I tried to reason with you, that we'd face it together
My thought and reasoning
With your tenderness and feeling.
But you oh heart, always flew onwards
never turning to look back at me
and overlooking the troubles that lay ahead.
what can i say,
We embody the same being
I've always got your back no matter what,
However hard you try to shake me off.