This poet is an organ donor; I put my heart in my piece
Like a transplant, my heart goes out to those not feeling this
My heartbeat is the language my heart speaks
Once broken now my heart leaks
My mind is a dictator but my heart wouldn’t spell
My heartbeat sounds like a wooden bell
My heart tweets so I follow my heart
Scars are road maps like a work of art
Poems are shadows on the wall
My heart is a gallery with relics round the hall
My heart is a museum but private
My heart store secrets, things I love, things I hate
My heart blossoms with the petals of laughter
But when sad my heart changes chapter
My heart is a garden filled with thorns and roses
My heart is like the rod of Moses
It does wonders, bigger than what I can handle
My heart drips wax like the stem of a candle
I shut the door of my heart and opened the window
It can be ruthless like the spider black widow
My heart is cold like the shoulder of the last girl I toasted
“I’m better than you”, my mind boasted
My heart is wise but my mind is otherwise
My heart is here but my mind lounges in fool’s paradise
My mind is loud but my mind stay hush
My heart minds its business but my mind gives it a crush
Then the crush crushed my heart and spat on it
So I cage my mind in my brain and a hat on it
My mind is too mean but my heart is one of a kind
Don’t mind my heart, at times it can be out of its mind
My heart has lied before and my heart knows
My heart is loamy, the seed of love grows
My hand on my heart when I say the love pledge
But like 2G network, my heart is always on the edge
I put the mic on my chest like stethoscope
In fact my heart is a telescope
Experience made my heart a beast of burden
The wheels can cease its turning all of a sudden
I’ve the right to remain silent in a cardiac arrest
God forbid, I’m aright and it pumps left of my chest
My heart is so deep, it has a tunnel
My heart controls the flow like a funnel
My heart has a womb of its own
Yes I rock, so I have a heart of stone
The heart of Pontiff is the heart of a soldier
Don’t say I never told ya...

Nigga, your poems deepen my affliction. I love the sad and tragic ones. About love and death.

Nigga, your poems deepen my affliction. I love the sad and tragic ones. About love and death. You're gifted.