The heart is where the soul lives
Think about it—
It’s true.
It’s not to your damn head you point
When you refer to you.
The brain is sane for moments,
But the heart guides you to home.
Eventually you’ll crack,
It’s coded in your genome.

The heart is where the soul loves
Don’t deny the feeling.
God is up above but there’s
A goddamned fucking ceiling.
But anything beneath it
Can be yours,
Endure the pain.
For one day soon — the fucking Moon.
Only memories remain.