Aches of Heart
Who doesn't feel your purse
A rich yet poorly managed cat
Hidding it's feaces in heads
Who just wish to find 'true love' as they call
Oh monster
You tear me down with a fingerprint
Size my head to the decays of my being
Shape words and cloud fears
Sending hot drops as they going gets tough
I know you
I have felt you
But I still want you
Who is the 'God of heart's?
Can we ever triumph fully?
Tell me yours
Copyright © Nkoyo Nsa | Year Posted 2022
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