The voice within my head, that says quiet
The beat of my heart, which loves to listen.
See, we fall in love with what we hear.
We tend not to trust our eyes anymore
Because they’ve blind us.
To what love is,
Or even truth
But even I see, looks never remain the same.
The heart that speaks knows when another heart is listening
Yet, only replies when it recognizes its’ mate.
A heart knows the beat of their soulmate.
The beat of the heart is the soul.
The heart beats, but the soul is the system.
Blasting their soul, whether it be funk, rock, rap, or jazz.
Hoping to sound familiar.
Too bad everyone else is on mute
Unable to hear your tempo.
The voice within my head, that says quiet
The beat of my heart, which loves to listen.
knows when another heart is listening but
Can’t hear anything.