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Nov 2014
8 minutes to sunrise...

I open my eyes and see the white sheets
Scarred with the impressions we left upon them the night before. .

silently..
They seem abused
I can tell that it was a rough night

I woke up with bruises
Expecting you to wake up and walk out
Throwing my heart with excuses...

Outspoken ...

Silently. .

You woke up like a convict...
Who had secretly plotted to and killed someone
Within their dreams...

Secretly. ..

Silently..

I try to cage each minute..
For I have things I wish to say to you. ..
Words that seemed to have stayed hidden from you..

Baby there's 8 minutes to sunrise
Tell me what we're going to do...
Time is running out
And somehow I am no longer afraid of the darkness

With 6 minutes until the sun rises
I want to get lost in the midsts
of your soul
So that my heart can now what
It is like to wake up to a beautiful dream

4 minutes 'till sunrise
I can see the rays of the sun light
Dancing to the rhythm of our heartbeats
Tell me how we made through the night.

At sunset you told me you love
Night came,
And you showed me you love me
But with 2 minutes before the sun sets
I only need you to hold me ..

-Thembekile ".Kilay Deh'Poet." Tsaoane
Thembekile Tsaoane
Written by
Thembekile Tsaoane  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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