A heartless heart
I have accommodated
Its endless loves
And I still have room
For many of its happiness,
But oh dear;
Let it gets its own doctor
I can’t, I can’t keep on
Mending its wounds anymore,
Why don’t a heart
Get its own body?
I don’t wanna feel
Its pains no more,
I wish it had its own eyes
I’m tired of bearing it’s tears
Out into the face of the sun.
Antreka Tladi
©️May2022
