The Thoughtful Heart
My thinking wants to leave the heart.
There's answers far above it.
Some questions for the greater good
without conceiving of it.
To see the stars that shine above
and watch their rays pass by.
With every thought I wish I had
if hearts were left to die.
But when I go to leave the heart
confusion settles in.
And all the answers have no truth
where once the heart had been.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2018
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