Lost Heart


The heart goes through many journeys
Just like feathers in the wind
Twirling round and round endlessly
Never truly finding a true end

To love one day so passionately
And the next day that love grows cold
Yet still beating with such vigor
Never truly neglecting the old

Heart still filled with love
But that love is tainted within
Trying to differentiate through all that has gone on
But the brain might someday win

Thinking about the wrongs
Yet killing each beat of love with each thought
The heart goes through many journeys
And I believe this time it has gotten lost