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  Aug 2015 scared
Kaleidoscope Prhyme
19 | 31 Poems for August

The light in her hazel-brown eyes is the kind that gets people mesmerized.
I’ve fallen deeply for the words from a lady who creates love with a simple touch of a pen.
She made me realise that true beauty starts from within.
She is my muse, my friend, my lover.
She is my inspiration and for that I love her.
Life tastes better on the curves and edges of her lips.
Her love is the scripture that my heart believes in.
Her love is never enough; I’m always left yearning for more.
In a world ravaged by cold wars, we both know what we’re fighting for.
Nobody should ever come between us because there will be war.
I want to be the unforgettable poem written on the pages of her soul.
I want to be the poem that will always make her heart warm and whole.
No one’s perfect but she’s perfect for me.
Her love is the scripture that my heart believes in.
I want to escape from the cold, I want to nestle myself deep inside her soul.
The light in her hazel-brown eyes breaks through the darkest of clouds that always seem to surround me.
The light in her hazel-brown eyes has me mesmerized.
I could write poetry forever with the inspiration our love provides.
scared Aug 2015
falling into a world so deep
going down so far.
farther than you've been before
going into the farthest place ever.
scared Aug 2015
Swinging at the ball.
Swinging and missing the ball.
Throwing as hard as you can.
Just to win the game.
Following the ball with your eyes.
Thinking that it is worth it.
Just failing the people and they way they think of you.
Throwing all of the people and ruining the whole concept.
Ruining the way people see you and the game.
  Aug 2015 scared
J
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The emptiest hearts,
Are the heaviest to carry.
  Jul 2015 scared
Hughcendah Molelekwa
I'm suicidal
I have thought about it not only once or twice but thrice
I'm suicidal
I have written hundreds, thousands and millions of letters
I'm suicidal
I'm a danger to myself
I'm suicidal
I see no fun in living.
  Jul 2015 scared
Jax levii
every time time you
Tell your daughter
You yell at her
Out of love
You teach her to confuse
Anger with kindness
Which seems like a good idea
Till she grows up to
Trust men who hurt her
Cause they look so much
Like you
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