My heart acknowledge`s everything my brain doesn`t
My brain picks apart everything my heart thought it felt .
Chaos is what i call it . . conflict of interest .
i dont know what`s right from wrong;
receded adolescence . .
Trained emotions , complicated circumstances . .
beautiful torment is what i call it . .
awakening all my senses , i`m feeling it . .
My mind thinking different;
but i don`t believe in coincidence
i call it divine intervention ,
because i`m still not sure how i met you . .
now my vital`s at war just cuz of you .
My heart calling my mind biased;
obvious reason . .you know this

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