The Heart Beat - Poem by denice logan
My heart has many faces and...
it react to many stimuli
In the swamp of my heart lies...
speakers that blast sweet music.
Who's playing the beat in my heart.
The music that resemble a rhythym of...
joy and loughter.
My heart beats.
My heart has roots and stimuli of...
trust, love and care.
My heart you whom i have given...
away to strangers.
You whom went bang when i saw...
You whom made me tremble in my...
feet in her presence.
You whom made me visit other planets...
when i came across strangers at night.
You whom made me whom i am today.
My heart you and i have travelled....
together all this years across space...
My heart sorry for giving you away so...
My heart sorry for the cowardly deeds i...
have imposed on you in the past.
My heart dont attack me.
The heart beat.
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