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May 8 · 96
Werkwoord
Elymaïs May 8
Wees is 'n werkwoord,
Want soms is dit harde werk,
Net om te bestaan.
May 8 · 86
Kitzie
Elymaïs May 8
April floods from the mountain came
And washed away the stone we placed;
One day I will be able to afford a real one, I swear;

I can't believe it'll be two years since
That first kiss that we shared in the August winds;
It drifts from me like smoke into the air.


It's not that I don't want to talk to you;
It's not that I have ever ceased to care;
But the burden of our history, something that we share


It's not that I don't want to talk to you;
It's not that I ever ceased to care;
But the burden of our history,
Is something we share,
And not something that all around can bear.


I guess that everything's alright for me,
Everything is just the way that it ought to be.
Like it should have been since the very beginning.

You told me then that you came out as gay,
So I guess it makes sense in the end anyway,
That you only came after we talked about women.


It's not that we're not friends now that we're done;
It's not that I ever ceased to care;
But the burden of our history,
Is something we share,
And not something that all around can bear.


It's not that I don't want to hear from you,
But I have to think of how it will affect her, too,
When the phone rings with a +27 country code.


It's not that I don't want to talk to you;
It's not that I ever ceased to care;
But the burden of our history,
Is something we share,
And not something that all around can bear.


It's not that I don't want to hear from you,
But I have to think of how it will affect her, too,
When the phone rings with a +27 country code.

— The End —