Matters Of The Heart Poem by Ibrahim Bidu

It sounds like a big lie
To say you are always on my mind
And you might even wander
Whether it is for lack of something to do
That this I do.
The habitual liars
And superficial fellas and players
Deserve a fair share of the blame
They have turned
In to a game matters of the heart
And so when sentimental souls do say
Or in anyway wish to intimate
A need for consideration from another
A big gamble it seems
And this for everyone isn’t a field
So in silence most grieve