The mind is tired of no

Tell your heart not to love him
not to race with passion
as it sees him
Renegade organ
I see through your blood reflection
that colors all things.
No you cannot get closer
and hope he will fold you
in his arms.
Blind heart
empty chambers of ruin
the world lays open
as dark as lost hope
the heart renews itself
the fools errand of change
you are constantly stung
stop wishes, stop dreams
heart you cannot lead me
I do not see any clear path
to his elusive destination
heart endlessly you drag me in circles
while he stands silent in the center
Every word is not an open innuendo
he has your number
and he will never call


The heart is tired of no

I give you life
in every glance
divided
I crave his lips, his skin
the dusting of silver
at his temples
I make you crave more
then mediocrity
my hope a surge of joy
that paints the world with
the possibility of him
do not feel bad to feel
mind you cower in the corner
afraid to speak
loving him does not fail him
a puritan life with a seeker's passion
I am the window
that colors your dreams
Even when you sleep
I beat on without ceremony
I will not fail you
all life is ash

-in need of some edits but by the Corbyhawk