Find My Heart

When the lights go out, would you see
Beyond the plea and really know
What colour snow falls in the sea
Would you agree to help this flow?

Would you know what beats my heart down
Who steals the crown from a King’s hut
Or show me butt and leave the town
Watch my eyes drown with a red smut.

If I could wear my heart on sleeves
It’d welcome thieves to take a share
It’d become bare like broken eaves
Dry like burnt leaves in open square.

Victor Oyedele