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Grace Thaba Aug 2018
I sit here and think of our little conversations
Your smile got me thinking of a thousand things but my everlasting loneliness
Lonely hours pass me by, and all I can think of is the face of a man perfectly sculpted to release the joy in my heart
Your presence makes my heart skip faster than the early train of Johannesburg
The smell of your cologne takes my mind to places far beyond where we are
I dream of you, I dream of blues
The sound of your voice is like sweet melodies sang by birds of praise
The touch of your skin on mine makes me forget of the existence of pain and sorrow
Within you I find happiness, within you I find a better me
When I dream of you, I dream of blues
Grace Thaba Aug 2018
Why did you ask me for time and distance when you're already too far to reach?
Why do you cry when songs of love are sung?
Why do you feel alone with all these people besides you?
Why love if you feel it hurts?
Why me if you sit and live in regrets?
If it’s true that you keep your words
Then why so many empty promises?
I wished I would have known you, and then only would I have loved you like you wanted to be loved
But you drifted away
You kept creating distance, you kept finding reasons
You kept me waiting for an appearance that never existed
Now all I have as a memory of you is a broken love poem I just completed….

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