Thump thump: There goes the walls of my heart





I promise you 

I’m a very strong lady at heart 

And I don’t often give my heart 

To people this way


But my walls

are crumbling 

Crumbling like the great walls of Jericho 

At the sound of the trumpets 

At the advent and consistency 

Of your presence 

In my life 


Oh the great walls of my heart 

I weep for you 

For at this rate 

You might no longer exist.

As this man is intent 

On taking them out

One block at a time 


Thump thump

There goes the walls 

Guarding my heart.



Ifedolapo

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