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When I keep giving away small pieces of my
heart that I know I will never get back?
When I love so easily and that love
is not always bestowed only on you?

When I set myself up for inevitable hurt,
and you are left to pick up the pieces.
How do you keep loving me after all
the anguish and doubt I put you through?
© Annilda Esterhuysen. All rights reserved.
Who can tell a heart
what it's supposed to feel,
when the heart has the power
even to override the mind,
to make the logical
seem irrational and mundane?

Then again, why is it
that a broken heart would
surrender this ultimate power,
and leave it to the mind
to dictate to the body
the intensity of it's pain?

Why is the heart,
mind and body seen as a whole,
when the truth is that
I cannot love without my soul?
© Annilda Esterhuysen. All rights reserved.
Postponing loving,
always leaving time
for loved ones till
tomorrow, but
Tomorrow never comes.
Procrastinating,
delaying your emotions,
holding back till
tomorrow, but
Tomorrow never comes.
Slowing showing,
sharing your true self
with someone till
tomorrow, but
Tomorrow never comes.
© Annilda Esterhuysen. All rights reserved.
Make haste wind!
Carry my voice to my lover
so he may hear my sweet whisper
in times we spend apart.

Brush along his cheek wind,
and leave my lingering kisses.
Let him feel the warmth and
tenderness i hold deep inside.

Enfold him wind
as I would with my arms.
Let him smell my sweet scent
to still his longing heart.

Rustle through his hair wind,
as I would my fingertips.
Make him feel my presence
till I'm yet again at his side.
© Annilda Esterhuysen. All rights reserved.
Stretched out over golden landscape,
a heavy blanket of dark indigo
clouds painting the sky.
A glimpse of the towering grey city-scape,
my heart filled with sorrow
as nature softly starts to cry.
© Annilda Esterhuysen. All rights reserved.
Stuck in your web
of deceit and lies
hear the cries
of the long-forgotten.
Screaming a plea
to free them from
the chains they’re on -
their souls already rotten.
© Annilda Esterhuysen. All rights reserved.
Hey Mr. Music man
Play me a melody
A sad song
For a loved one
To which I can sway
I’ll imagine his warm arms around my waist
The soft sweet
Feel of his cheek
As our heartbeats start to race
And we float around
The dance floor
To the rhythm
Of your love song
And we’ll lose ourselves
In each others arms
While we’re soaring.
© Annilda Esterhuysen. All rights reserved.
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