The Heart of a Poet
The crushing night left me with little remorse
We approach down;
The hauling wind doesn't take so much from
The beast that ripped ma clothes off,
Hearts be passing,
we see through a chest - cracked open
The trumpet of ma heart beat
Doesn't forget to remind me to dance to this sad melody
Yes you KNOW, you have seen..
THE HEART OF A POET
Copyright © Eclidah Sema | Year Posted 2015
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