it is well for the heart to be naive,
and the mind not to be.
it is well for my heart to skip at the mention of your name,
and my mind to think that dumb.
it is well for your heart to wanna be with me,
and for your mind to be against because you don’t see how we can beat this distance.
it is well for my heart to hope that you just give us a chance,
and my mind to assume that that may never happen.
it is well for my heart to desire that you open up to me and my arms to twitch for a hug every time you’re in pain,
and my mind assume that some grey areas will always remain grey.
it is well for my heart to wanna call you in my most vulnerable moments,
and my mind to just wanna watch you in silence and have you not know that I’m crushing inside.
it is well for my heart to wish there’s something here,
and for my mind to think me silly for even thinking so.
it is well for my heart to hope that you could bank on this working out irrespective of the distance,
and for my mind to accept that you believe this best.
it is well for my heart to warm up to these blues,
and for my mind to appreciate a man who loves cornflower blue!