It feels real before it becomes real.

The heart is the true deal,

For the mind does not feel.

When the heart bleeds for another,

That is love speaking out.

But when the mind cuts wounds deep enough to bleed,

That is lust and false hope stomping ground.

It is then that your heart will really pound.

Then you will truly hurt.

Because to feel pain from the chest is a sense from within the soul.

While the pain from the head is a vicious illness eating away at one's core.

Listen to the heart,

For it has a mind of its own.

Love. The dumbest of the smart.