Matters Of The Heart

Oh sweet Erika
You wanted a place in his heart
And got a spot in his car
Another shade to his art

The sacks below your eyes
The ashes of withered passion
A still star in moving skies
Lays no claim to their motion

Oh dear Erika
Can't count your loses on ten fingers
Matters of the heart are what they are
But you got to leave this to the head

© Jude Ifeme


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