In the silence of the night, they spoke,
The heart and head, in whispers broke.
Two voices, one torn, one wise and clear,
In the shadows of doubt, they drew near.
The heart, a tender vessel, fragile and true,
Beating with passions, vibrant and blue.
It yearned for love, for dreams untold,
In its depths, emotions churned and rolled.
But the head, a stoic sentinel, rational and cold,
Warned of dangers, of stories untold.
It preached of caution, of logic's reign,
In the mind's fortress, it sought to contain.
"I long for love," the heart did cry,
"Let me soar, let me fly."
But the head, with logic's blade,
Cut through dreams that the heart had made.
"Be still, be calm," the head decreed,
"In the realm of reason, we must heed.
For love is fleeting, a fragile flame,
And in its wake, lies sorrow and shame."
Yet the heart, in its boundless ache,
Refused to yield, refused to break.
It whispered of hope, of passion's embrace,
In defiance of reason, in defiance of grace.
And so they danced, this heart and head,
In a waltz of longing, in a dance of dread.
For though they clashed in their endless fight,
They were bound together in the depths of night.
In the quiet moments, when shadows fall,
The heart and head, they hear love's call.
A bittersweet symphony, a sorrowful song,
In the conversation that lasts so long.
For what is life, but this eternal strife,
Between the heart's desires and the head's advice?
And in the end, as the tears are shed,
We find solace in the conversation between heart and head.
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ONE SHOTS - to the moon and back
Poetry❝ Under the moon's gentle glow, I'd journey beyond the stars and back, just to feel your touch again.❞ ─── .｡*.:｡✧*.｡☽*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡─── Perched upon the window sill, you gaze into the deepening twilight. A smile unfurls across your face as you marvel...
