Sometimes my heart and my brain,
Don't like to speak.
My heart will run before
My brain can even think.
My brain will be confused.
And my heart will be crying.
My heart will be broken,
And my brain will be lying.

Sometimes my heart is full
And my brain is empty.
The thoughts will just leave.
Without warning.
And my heart will fill.
With the thoughts and memories.
That aren't supposed to be there.
That isn't there place.
I want them to go back.
I want my brain to take them back.
Apparently they don’t do that.

I guess they don't want to.
Maybe my brain is cruel
And my heart is kind.
So they want to escape.

They want to escape my ugly mind.

Sometimes my heart is too open.
And I just need to close it.
But it's hard to do that.
Because it's not just a door,
you can slam shut.
Walls have to be built,
And watch towers have to be on stilts.

And what if someone
tears the walls down?
What would I do then?
My heart would be used to seclusion.
It would have to adjust.
My conclusion,
It's a repetitive cycle.
One I can't break.

My solution,
Let the walls stay broken.
Just for a little while.
If your heart gets hurt.
Let it hurt.
There's no use in hiding,
From something that
is going to happen anyway.
Either way.
Life's not a fun game to play.