My thoughts got bad grades.
They failed at minding business.
They sit me down and force me to listen.
Saying I need answers.
“Is your heart still my mission?”

Can your heart touch mines?
Let’s put them in sync.
We’ll beat at the same time.
Call it a love instinct.

Your voice, I’m obsessed with.
So soft spoken, yet intense.
It’s okay to be honest....