The heart wants what it wants
Attempt on an explanation is futile
Nothing makes sense when the heart speaks
Maybe it's genetics too?
Mostly, it's something else
Something undiscovered
Something foolish
Something dangerous
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All love is dangerous
if you think about it hard
All possible sense diminishes
And yet some of us even choose a more dangerous option
But then we do not really choose
We don't, right?
Because the heart wants what it wants
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We say we don't want to get hurt
Or we don't really feel anything about people who are plainly
stupid,other than amusement and entertainment
But sometimes,
the heart or the remaining shreds of it
can still feel things
without even consciously allowing it to open
without the intention of being ordinary
like these people, stupidly motivated by love
Stupid people who are in love
But the heart gets tangled to attractive, unusual, weird things,
and people
It's mere curiosity, we say
We lust for the unknown
Most get anxiety by thoughts of the unknown
But mostly, it's the curiosity for it
So it makes sense to latch to the unknown
Or does it?
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Can it be that the mind breaks down like a threadbare?
While the heart builds us up, sewing us together like a fur coat?
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Your mind, not wanting any of this nonsense
While the heart is there wanting what it wants