Hearts at War
Last chapter unwritten, a story's sad end, Lovers rarely friends, a truth we can't mend. His message, a whisper, sweet words in the night, Maybe a mistake, but oh, what a sight. Head screams in warning, "Don't fall for his charm," Heart skips a beat, safe in love's warm arm. Love's flame flickers, a battle inside, Head says, "No more," heart can't hide. I crave something grand, a love story untold, But average is all that my hands can hold. He asks for no settling, yet here I remain, Grasping at straws, in love's gentle rain. Enough? Will it ever be truly enough? Or will this yearning be a constant, rough cuff? The answer unclear, the future unseen, But one thing is certain, this love's bittersweet sheen.