If only my heart listened to my me.

If only my heart followed my mind, instead of speaking so freely.

If only my mind held more force to control the heart.

But, they think so differently, they chose to work as separate parts.

My mind remembers the words of my second favorite person, and proceeds in one direction.

Then many days later my heart shows up with an old affection.

I understand the verse in Galatians where it says bear one another's burdens, but what if their burdens are heavier than your own?

I tried to tell my heart that, but the person I'm becoming seems to want to do more good than harm.

My heart is already damaged, so my mind wishes to keep it protected.

If my heart follows my mind, it wouldn't help but to be corrected.

I'm spending my days wishing a silent prayer to God every now and then.

I wish my heart wasn't so hardheaded, and this wouldn't look like a dead end.

My heart is hardheaded and I wish it would follow my mind.

Truth be told the heart has its own matters and they follow their own rhyme.

My mind writes the script, but my heart chooses to ad lib like the words haven't been spoken.

My heart does whatever it pleases to do, even when I have other words chosen.

My heart is hardheaded, but I try to control it anyway.

My heart has wrote its own script, and I just don't see how I should play.

September 3, 2009