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  Aug 2015 Kwanele
Ruthie
Falling for you was just too easy.
Smooth words, late nights.
Enough to make a young girl cry.
I fell for you a bit too fast.
I'm not too sure how to make us last.
Cause if I fell so easily.
And you knocked down my highest walls.
How am I to know it's not just me?
I feel the heartache setting in.
Bracing myself for crashing down.
I don't know
Kwanele Aug 2015
letter to my girl..
you don't know this but I taste like unfinished poems.
   i say this because when you kiss me hard before you and get a whiff of me, you will search for the words, i will hold you close, while you entwine our tongues and show me how much you yearn for my lips, the closeness and for me to finish this poetry, this book.
you and i both know i am no good girl and i yearn for you touch, your warm embrace, your kisses and so much more...
i will keep on telling you my poetry cannot be rushed just to have you taste me and me taste you over and over again...
hi
  Aug 2015 Kwanele
mia
i used to write poems about my love for you,
and now,
i write poems about the pain of losing you.
i used to be somewhat happy,
and now,
i cry myself to sleep every ******* night.
i used to spend every second of every day talking to you,
and now,
i spend every second of everyday hoping and wishing you will text me.
**you were the reason for my happiness,
and now,
you are the reason for my sadness.
i feel like this is such a ****** piece but *******, i miss him.
Kwanele Aug 2015
is she pretty? she asked.
i smiled, for the longest time.
on the inside..? she asked again
    the smile I had, that faded..
   realising they are never pretty..on the inside..
pretty faces, all over the wall, hideous facades of lies and utter *******.

is she pretty ? they asked, i could never smile again, because the inside became something i could not ignore.
the inevitable truth of what you were, not just the really ******* pretty face, came to light.
i call *******.
Kwanele Aug 2015
nights made for sleeping
not thinking
maybe we're just programmed differently.
somewhere, something went wrong.
i think more than i sleep.
What does "I love you" really mean?

It means that I accept you for who you truly are, with all your imperfections and flaws.
It means that I would do anything for your happiness; it doesn't matter about my feelings, it's about yours. As long as you are happy, I am happy.
It means that I can't go a minute without thinking about you, and you constantly occupy my mind.
It means what it means: I love you, really truly love you, and I will never leave you or let you go.
  Aug 2015 Kwanele
Ilakiya Kasinathan
Somewhere between

Everything and nothing
Everywhere and nowhere
Presence and absence
Life and death
Light and dark
Peace and war
Thoughts and actions
Zero and Infinity

Lies
My heart!!!
Doing something
Lying somewhere
Physically present
Mentally absent
Living to die
And
Dying to live
Searching for the sun
Thinking to act
Counting the finite in the infinity!!!

And
I
Am
A
Bundle
Of
Contradictions!!!!
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