The heart is a fickle creature It must never be confined to a single chamber. But rather allowed to roam freely, embracing each passion that calls out to it.
My heart writes endless love poems to you, and stores them away in my mind's locker. My mind shakes her head in disdain, and scolds my heart for being in the wrong place. Even more, she shoves my heart into her locker and secures the lock. My heart screams and bangs her fists against the... Continue Reading →