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  Jun 2018 NKOANA
He writes poetry
But no one knows

He writes poetry
He writes about love
And loss

He writes about smiles
And frowns

He writes about sorrow
And forgotten towns

He writes about how lost he gets
Caught up in his own mind

He writes poetry to
And about others

But no one knows

Know one knows the depth of his soul
Because they all choose to see the exterior
And that exterior screams

And preppy
Don't have souls

Or so they thought
Until the day he was consumed
By his own poetry
NKOANA May 2018
I had very little to give.
I knew what I had to give wouldn't be enough,
But that was all I could give,
So I gave you my all.

And now, I'm empty inside.
NKOANA Jan 2018
I cried like a new born baby, no one could calm me.

I cried, until my tears ran dry and I was left empty inside.

In my mourning and grief,
I cried and cried and cried.

I cried, till my knees dropped to the ground, because for once I had lost something that could never be found.
NKOANA Dec 2017
Everything is everything
and only nothing happens without a reason.
If I was to say more, it'll probably be GIBBERISH.
NKOANA Dec 2017
You were a nobody, a nobody
       And nobody cared about you
                   Now your a somebody,
   And everybody talks about you.

                                               ( oh ,    )

                    Your a somebody now,
                         So not just anybody
                            gets to talk to you ?
NKOANA Dec 2017
5:00am , a summer morning .
After a long party night,
I'm out on the balcony,
Drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes.
I found myself smiling,
as I was rereading our old whatsapp texts.
NKOANA Dec 2017
Kind words for the unkind.
Same, as sun shines for those in the dark.
Just, only just for the unjust.
Kind words, uttered for the unkind,
No, it's not right and could possibly be mistaken for lies but I guess it's only kind.
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