Heart matters

Or matters of the heart…

It is the dream that once shined like the sun but then burned down to ashes

My heart matters or matters of my heart

It is placing all your faith and hope in a pair of hands that are not your own

But at last you learn some praying hands are praying for your down fall

Your heart matters and matter of fact

Love is sweet like sugarcane, salty like teardrops and bitter like rusted metal. Matter of fact love is a shelter from the rain or a walk in the lake of flames

all depending on the matters of their heart.

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