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Grace Thaba Jan 2019
wrote a poem then I deleted it
Turned it to a song, - lyrics and beat didn't match
Ran out of ideas,creat - ivity blur
I'd call but "Pride" said don't tell him how you feel
And if he felt it too he'd put you on the line first
Butterflies are rare but in my stomach there's plenty
An athletic heartbeat- can you feel it racing?
Promise to catch my spark, Promise to be my star
Shine your light on me when it get's too dark,when days get tough,and it no longer feels like a walk in the park
I said Promise to catch my spark and Promise to be my star
Sit and wonder till you can wonder no more
Cos here in my heart lies a place you can always call home
I don't know what the feeling's called but I know your name is "crush"
Grace Thaba Oct 2018
You joy stealer, you bad bad liar
Always walks away after breaking my heart into pieces,that fulfills his burning desire
Swept away by the sound of my cry as he throws me in the fire
A joy stealer, A bad bad liar
He feeds on pain,he collects broken hearts
Taken away by your sadness and if you think what I'm saying is madness
Look at the satisfaction in his eyes when he sees you drowning in sorrow
A heartless joy stealer and a bad bad liar
Paints a canvas using nothing but my mascara tears to complete his art of the helpless
Oh my dear old sadist you will forever remain a joy stealer and a bad bad liar
Grace Thaba Oct 2018
Small pain designated can only grow if intended
The blood flowing from your wrist
Just enough to fill river Jordan
Your tears powerful enough to erase the smiles from thousands
Your cry loud enough to raise fury
I see that pain has designed you, I see that it has made you stronger
You are now fearless and worth a million rubies
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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