Empty Your Heart
Empty your heart of grief;
I too, kissed a witch
Like a medal of gold
And she stole my soul
Through my lips.
Now I lay lost
Like forgotten dust
Upon her wicked hips
As she dances
Under the moonlight
To the sorrows of a thousand cases
She’s wrapped under her laces.
So empty your heart of grief;
For we are in this
Till the sun
Loses its light.
Copyright © Pride Yanu | Year Posted 2018
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