Heart Damage

It won't die, trying to kill time waiting for my mouth to catch up to my mind my lips still cannot speak upon the thoughts my heart desires to leak the point of my insight, so pivotal pitiful it's based on relating the physical if it's my thought process that harbors emotions and my heart is but my blood's host then my mind is mine for love's notions which explains the brain's strain whenever I simply think your name I see wisdom grow through experience but emotional intelligence interferes with this there's no logic in love mind you, my brain cells need healing you've lowered my I.Q. with simply a feeling