my golden heart

MY GOLDEN HEART
I oftentimes illusion out of a disillusioned heart
At times it negates on rust and crust but still I stand on love not lust
My heart stands on firm fast and my ego meditate on steadfast
You see its made of flesh and blood but deep in its golden like crores
At times it dibble's like sails on sea , apparently far vast like floods .
Momma said am of a child's pride but deep inside am of a baby's innocence
My golden heart isn't a heart of favour. My golden heart is a heart of an artist
Its something that keeps me tall when love makes others fumble.
Its a heart nobody possesses rather than the blueprint of my being
Its a heart everybody desires, but not till be on my painting
Its a heart my momma moulded not to be hurt by flirts
My golden heart dull on the outside view but bright on my inner being
Am the light , am the salt perhaps for my dull future.
Dull of desire , demistifier of my future life, courtesy of my golden heart
My golden heart is guider
My golden heart is my idol
My golden heart is my lifeline
My golden heart is my accolade
My heart is of threads and breaks hates and dates put on frames on wall.
My golden heart pushes me to humanity of lost light, it brings me might upon fright
It emulates my painting of subsequences
That makes my golden heart superb
Breell
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