Mfena Ortswen Dec 2017
em>The fragrance of your own perfume
Is now a layer of skin on mine
I wear your shirt and jiggle to a tune
I act silly to pretend I am fine

I miss the best and worst of you
The little insecurities and your confidence bordering arrogance
I haven't seen you in a year, more than two
All I have is your shirt, the memory of you
A reminder of my betrayal
For love found and love lost and love reminisced upon.
Mfena Ortswen Dec 2017
em>Your lips trace kisses along my hairline
You are cooing a nursery rhyme
I thought you may want to channel your inner John Legend
But you tell me the better things in life
Are simple, unforced, innocent
Like seeing through the eyes of a little child
And that was how you loved me
In pure devotion
Mfena Ortswen Dec 2017
em>Tell me in whispers the things you fear
I'll bless you with kisses and wipe away every tear
I'll hold you close to my heart and show you what true love is
I'll take you on a journey of unending bliss
Mfena Ortswen Nov 2017
I used to dream
Day and night
Dream of him
In all his might

I used to love
His fiery glow
The gentle curve
Of his little toe

I used to think
Love is forever
But in a blink
He found another

I used to wish
Upon the stars
For his kiss
Even upon Mars

I wish no more
I have found mine
Yesterday he did call
But I had moved on
Mfena Ortswen Oct 2016
A vision, clad in pink
Arrests my unworthy eyes
I behold beauty in all its curves and edges
Tantalizing my senses

She stands tall and graceful
Smile, like the fullest moon
Bringing light to a night as dark as I
She's the shine on my dark days

I want to see her again
But I can't look
The sight of her will leave me in such torment
Because she's not mine
She's another's
And I can only look

But I look again
I will stand the torment
For she will be a sweet dream
When I lay to rest tonight
My vision in pink
A picture of a girl in a pink dress inspired this one:)
Mfena Ortswen Jul 2016
I melt like butter
each time his eyes
settle on me

He smiles and waves
like we're buddies
just coursemates

What he doesn't know
is my gallery is full
of his photos

And the last pages
of my notebooks
are filled with poems

For him, to him
  Jun 2016 Mfena Ortswen
Patrick Long
Every man's a pot of clay though each is cracked and crazed
But made into a masterpiece by living through his days
These cracks don’t make us valueless nor mean that we might break
Instead they map the unique path that every life must take

The seasons bring us scorching heat as in the furnace glow
And in this heat are we made strong though cracks may start to show
A crack is not a mortal wound, it’s only just a scar
But only peering through the cracks can we learn who we are

Through cracks of imperfection comes brilliant streaming light
That brings us new awareness, chasing shadows from the night
And then the craftsman with his hands, as in the days of old
Will make these vessels beautiful by filling cracks with gold
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