Jan 2015
Set fire to my heart,
So my mind can see clearly.
Its ashes be so sparse,
That my judgement isn't cloudy.
Don't let embers fly off like fireflies,
Lest they spark my mind wrongly.
And lastly, please bury its ashes far away,
As its loss, too painful a memory.
So my mind can see clearly.
Its ashes be so sparse,
That my judgement isn't cloudy.
Don't let embers fly off like fireflies,
Lest they spark my mind wrongly.
And lastly, please bury its ashes far away,
As its loss, too painful a memory.
Sometimes you're unsure of why you're even hurting. But you are. And most the times, it remains a battle between the heart and the mind. One overridden with logic. The other with emotion.
