they were
cape town passengers
and fated
wide eyed dreamers
who turned to
tongue tied lovers
back to
brown eyed strangers
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
blank stares swamped
with echoes in the head
blank papers filled
with scribbles in the mind
blank verses whelmed
with currents in the soul
i’m a fresh spirit
with a blank facade
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC