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You've made a home,
In my heart,
It becomes hunted,
In your absence.
You have abandoned me,
I lay in ruins horrid,
You've made a home,
Now it remains dead empty.
breakups only let us relive the memories of the relationships, we soak in tears until we are saved
An ocean I drown in,
Islands I cant see,
You are deep dark an ocean,
I swim you endlessly,
This is not love,
I am to die here,
Love isn't suffering,
What manner of love is this,
Give me peace please.
Love is a spell so horrid if be it cast to a soul that can only receive
Beautiful Rhythms Of Love,
Vibrations of a touch,
Reaching deep in the dirt,
Are you a medium my dear?
My heart dead in waste,
You speak languages it hears,
Digging it out like diamonds bright,
In too deep I've lost this last rhyme.
Ha oh Muse, how I imagine your experience as if it exists, dont awaken my love if am not the one.
Jeremiah Mhlongo Dec 2020
𝖶𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾,
𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾,
𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋?
𝖬𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗋,
𝖢𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌,
𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌,
𝖬𝗒, 𝖬𝗒, 𝖮𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋?
𝖨𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉,
𝖫𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉,
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗉.
the one I love belongs to another, she belongs to another, how unfair of love
Jeremiah Mhlongo Dec 2020
𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌,
𝖫𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄,
𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗌,
𝖡𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗒,
𝖶𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌,
𝖲𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌,
𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝖾'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽,
𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗆,
𝖠 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒, 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒,
𝖠 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗁, 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗒.
Weve all been through a hell of a 2020, weve had our share of losses, lets remain on our strength to conquer this misery
Jeremiah Mhlongo Dec 2020
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌,
𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇,
𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌,
𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖬𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈'𝗌,
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗒,
𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇?
𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍,
𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁,
𝖲𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇,
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌.
You get what you are given, you only receive to yourself what you deserve.
Jeremiah Mhlongo Dec 2020
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗎𝗇,
𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍,
𝖨𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖾 𝖨 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽,
𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽,
𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗃𝖾𝗐𝖾𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋,
𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌,
𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋,
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋,
𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽,
𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽.
How can one be so inlove with a woman whom belongs to another? Love is strange afterall
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