propel unrealistic ideas
love can destroy, even believers
love is a life sentence
love could be amputated in seconds
thinking about these roses in hindsight
I never saw the beauty, the light was too bright
lost in the waves of my thoughts
each hunch was on life support
every breath taken, sigh of hope
food for thought, each idea was a spiritual loaf
cardiac arrest, the departure of the heart
as the body and soul aren't in conjunction
relocate.
to a place where the sun wakes up to a fresh start
dawn kisses dusk to caress a weathered heart
her heart an epitaxy
crystal needles pierce the flash to create art
a procreation of violet pieces an amethyst
re-ignition at the confluence
from irregular patterns, the beauty leaves the gods in awe
and muted the antichrist
the heart now swings like a pendulum
the rhythm is the silent serenade for the deaf
Written by: McDonald tsiie & Tumelo mogomotsi