My heart is a taxi driver
Transporting passengers round the state
Without requesting for payment.
The safety of each passenger
Becomes the number 1 priority
Of my heart.
A million times,
My cab has been infiltrated and bruised
Yet it still moves with joy!
My heart won't stop fighting
Until its final breath
Has been stolen from it.
My heart has no mouth,
But it speaks happiness
To every part of the cab.
My heart is singular
Yet it does the work
Of a million men.
My heart remain my heart
Raped with joy
And kidnapped by happiness.
To the hearts out there
Be brutally dominated by love
And not pampered by hate.
To the hearts out there
Always give
But never give up.
©goodluck
G