Of its own accord

It is hard to live with a mind,
a mind that thinks of its own accord.
It pauses when I tell it not to mind.

Then it rushes,snapping all the cords.

It is hard to live with a heart,
a heart that cries aloud.
It double-breathes when I tell it to keep low,
then bursts louder with the next blow.

It is hard to live with a soul,
a soul that looks from within.
It screams and I plead it to ignore.
It turns me in and pushes me out

It is hard to live with a parted heart,
a heart that is now one with another.
The longing hurts,dwarfs the distractions
Love sometimes proves truer than it seems