Back pocket journal.
Back pocket journal
Where do I start...
My heart is suddenly so small
That it's almost invisible...
I fall in love so **** easy ..
I lose my self in the taste of mystery. .
You see..
So that's the reason that
I don't want to keep talking about love.
Because suddenly
When we start talking
Words become magnified
Forcing us to rush into several emotions
Never mind the *** and the relationship. ..
Dear back pocket journal
I always wear clothes
With pockets because
I'm so afraid of
Leaving things behind...
So I pack this strangers heart
In my right pocket
So my heart can know
What it feels like
To fall in love with the right man
And I know how it goes ...
Another guy I'll like
Another guy I'll leave
Dear back pocket journal
Don't worry about how much
I can forget to love him ..
Rather ask yourself
If it was even love in the first place
Ask me what , why?
Why do I change him and his
To hers
Lying to myself about liking him...
Her...
...
as much as i do
his just another one
something new
Another man to do...
There's nothing special about him
but ****
back pocket journal
Hearts can only see and find love
When those hearts are combined
The world wants my heart to lie
an d say that he seems like a good guy
go for it ....
There's absolutely nothing to lose
Dear back pocket journal
Upon this journey of love
I return without a heart..
But my lungs still breathe for him
My mind he lives upon ..
Back pocket journal ..
I..
I've tried so hard ...
But these feelings remain the same
-thembekile kilay Deh'Poet tsaoane
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
Back pocket journal.
Back pocket journal
Where do I start...
My heart is suddenly so small
That it's almost invisible...
I fall in love so **** easy ..
I lose my self in the taste of mystery. .
You see..
So that's the reason that
I don't want to keep talking about love.
Because suddenly
When we start talking
Words become magnified
Forcing us to rush into several emotions
Never mind the *** and the relationship. ..
Dear back pocket journal
I always wear clothes
With pockets because
I'm so afraid of
Leaving things behind...
So I pack this strangers heart
In my right pocket
So my heart can know
What it feels like
To fall in love with the right man
And I know how it goes ...
Another guy I'll like
Another guy I'll leave
Dear back pocket journal
Don't worry about how much
I can forget to love him ..
Rather ask yourself
If it was even love in the first place
Ask me what , why?
Why do I change him and his
To hers
Lying to myself about liking him...
Her...
...
as much as i do
his just another one
something new
Another man to do...
There's nothing special about him
but ****
back pocket journal
Hearts can only see and find love
When those hearts are combined
The world wants my heart to lie
an d say that he seems like a good guy
go for it ....
There's absolutely nothing to lose
Dear back pocket journal
Upon this journey of love
I return without a heart..
But my lungs still breathe for him
My mind he lives upon ..
Back pocket journal ..
I..
I've tried so hard ...
But these feelings remain the same
-thembekile kilay Deh'Poet tsaoane
Feelings that remain....
