The Heart is a Lonesome Hunter

Cul de sac

For a perfect moment, I swear I loved you

You were hard to resist, way harder to set free

Free to fly, I spread my love too thick

I gave myself away too much, waiting outside your inbox

Waiting in the grey area, only for grey ticks to turn blue

It is what it is , so they said

but the heart is a stupid organ, it gat no brain of its own

Ever disputing and hoping ,

holding on to a love I can never possess

If only it could stop running

If only it could stop chasing

Maybe , just maybe sunshine will brighten up this soggy curse

Until then, I am a museum of emotions I want to forget

For my heart desires and history demands never always agree