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Heart's Miss


Open my chest and carve out my heart 

Hang it on your wall, gaze at it, it's art

Auction my feelings to the highest bidder 

While a soulless me travels the world in search of a healer 

You swallowed my breath, now I breathe toxic, how can I have you in my lungs 

When I can't save you in my heart, hunting me heartless until I right all your wrongs

All my life, I ran from dogs, afraid of feeding them flesh and bones 

Right into the arms of the alpha, shaped as a falcon, feathered me home

Hiding your fangs, tearing into me with lethal cheats

Shredding every last of my sheep white sheets

I see through you, we were one

I am giving you up, losing my body, relinquishing control, we are done 


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne 

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