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Bongani Moyo Feb 2017
A smile that was created because of me and my ways,
Laughter that is not mine but is because of me,
A reflection of myself in someone else I really wish to see.

The one I'm destined to finally love; where could you be?
Good days we have yet we still find ourselves still craving the thing we really want most
Life is such a parodox
Its an oxymoron
Those who talk the least
Have the most to say
Those who feel the most
Cant even show it
Those who have the most to live
Want to die the most
Why is this so?
Why is it when i think
Often so deeply
That i cant explain
No matter how much
I want to do so
Its just all stuck
I think through things so much
But i can't explain my thoughts
They just stay stuck
Or come out stupid
Why cant i just talk?
Some people talk so much
And yet say so little
I have so much to say
Yet i talk so little
Life my dear friends
Is such a parodox
My friend and i had a conversation about this the other day and it was really interesting
  Jan 2017 Bongani Moyo
Maura
when you tell me what happened
my body fills with ice
the whole world freezes
dust falls like snow around the room swirling in slow motion
other people seem warm and happy indulging in an ignorant bliss
but the same room feels bitter cold
the ice cracks and my voice breaks
my eyes fills with hot tears
streaming down my face to melt my frozen mouth
the dam breaks as I gasp for air and begin to cry
I blink a few times and hang up the phone
the room suddenly feels too hot
and I begin to feel dizzy as time rapidly picks up
  Jan 2017 Bongani Moyo
Brittani
They say "when you know, you know"
And they're absolutely right
There's no grey area or blurred lines
There's only black and white

There's no ifs ands or buts
There's no uncertainty or fear
There's just that feeling in your gut
And you must listen when it appears

I'm not just talking about love
This applies to most things in life-
No matter what your head is thinking,
Your heart is usually right
Bongani Moyo Jan 2017
She said,
Falling in love isn't the dream you think it is

Now I'm just stuck with thoughts of being everything in your Knightmares.
It's near impossible to understand something you haven't experienced.
Bongani Moyo Dec 2016
The monsters under your bed didn't leave because you weren't scared of them any more,

They left because their job was to scare kids not one of their own.
How often do we find ourselves becoming the thing we resent?
A repost.
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