Let me conversate with your heart instead.
For thy soul have long accepted my love,
but it seems it is actually it
not giving in.
Optimism outshined pessimism, i suppose...
'Cause during the dialogue I had
with your heart and soul
thy heart seemed to pick up
only the dents in me.
But what I ought to ask is...
Is it because I didn't arrive earlier?
because of those that were handed
the keys before me?
Or because I resemble none of them?
