My heart no longer beat for mere things
My heart no longer beat for mere rings
My heart no longer beat for fake love
Which people shove into me
Where does my heart beat?
What do I have passion for?
If it's not love, money or fashion
Then where does my heart beat?
My heart beats for my creative writing
I've found passion for writing poems
My heart beats for my pen that continuously write
Surely, writing is my passion
What does your heart beat for?
If not for your purpose and passion?
Where does your heart beat now?
Find the rhythm and dance to the tune
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
