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Grace Ndirangu Sep 2014
Buzzing bees
Slithering seas
I am at peace
and so is my soul
Grace Ndirangu Sep 2014
Coffee cups
Empty taps
****** verses
messed up chances
it is cold outside

sitting in a corner
shawl around my shoulder
trying to put thoughts into words
bringing together both worlds
love poem left hanging

but what do i know of love
i have never been in love
i have only heard rumors
that it is strong and that it humors
and turns scholars into fools

maybe i want to be a fool
dance with shadows for fun
lose my mind in a cloud somewhere
with my feet on sinking sand
and if my heart breaks,
i’ll tell the story
Grace Ndirangu Sep 2014
Once upon a meeting by chance,
love at first sight,
An awkward conversation and an even more awkward goodbye.
And yet he got her number,
Somehow.

His memory of long walks in the park,
And how much she laughed at his jokes.
They weren’t even that funny
But she loved to stroke his ego,
And he, the sound of it.
A little sharp at the end,
But still so musical.
Somehow.

Her tale of forced coincidences.
Like how they both loved old movies,
And how they’d intentionally forget a second umbrella,
Even though, they both hated the rain.
And how cold her hands always were,
And his so magically warm,
Somehow.

A story of broken promises
Shattered hearts
And blood stained tears
They saw this coming
The ride was too fast, too easy.
Yet they stayed,
Somehow.

A tale of love sought,
Of love found.
A tale of love lost
Somehow.
The perception of
beauty is all opinion.
so nothing is not...
does this make sense?????
Grace Ndirangu Sep 2014
Here lies a loved one
Memories made
Here lies a past gone
Watch it slowly fade
Grace Ndirangu Sep 2014
There was talk of a city
where if you fell, they all felt pity
and flowers bloomed so pretty
Everything was perfect,
everyone loved it.

Then there were kings
Princes of the human will, strings.
the human mind lost its wings
bowing to pointless rules for the sake of peace
but whose peace exactly?

if the truth sets as free,
then why are liars most at ease?
is there need to constantly be on our knees,
or do the rules need to break?
even just for a day

— The End —