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  Jun 2014 Shanay Love
Manqoba
You faded out of existence
The ghosts of our memories haunt the planet we once lived in
I can still taste the blissfulness of your kiss
In my dreams
Reality,
Has become a nightmare eclipse by loneliness.

Having withdrawals
I am an addict
Craving for your touch,
A drug that once enticed a state of perpetual euphoria.

Reminiscing about the conversations about “forever”
An ideology so foreign to my ignorant heart
You
Only You
Made me oblivious to the ticking clocks
They seemed irrelevant when I was lost (and found) in the mystery of your hypnotizing eyes.

Your soul
A magician in a simplistic way
Presented an illusion of “love”
I
For one
Fell for it
Without remembering that illusions are not meant to be real.
Shanay Love Jun 2014
The off-beat flow
of your feet
seduced  me;
The crowd scattered.

We were alone with
our thoughts and intentions,
But only silence
escaped our lips
failing to mention
our love.
This guy and I danced together but we failed to execute what we had hoped for.
Shanay Love Jun 2014
Not once, have I tasted the thickness
of your lips.
nor have I felt a shallow hug
lacking passion.

I have only closed my eyes
and dreamed of us
in the darkness of my
bleak imagination.

I have feared
the intensity of your stare
but missed the scarcity
of your comforting voice

But dear,
this lust will only demolish us.

     ever so slowly
        in the comfort of our own
          inconvenience.
  Jun 2014 Shanay Love
Langston
The nation is blinded
Its eyes covered by lack of knowledge and sympathy
Casting everyone into the pits of oppression
Minutes and hours go by and still hatred fills us
America is no longer the brave but the shell of what it once was
Congress can agree on nothing but to disagree
Is this the nation we once called America the free
Home of the brave is an injustice untruth
We're all cowards now to afraid of change to make difference
We tell people who they can love and how not to act from the color of pigment
America is no longer the land of liberty we judge so harshly hate binds us
Until that day we can raise hand in hand we're still the broken nation until we stand
Shanay Love Jun 2014
Embellishing our
relationship
in the euphoria of our
artificial affections
spoil me;
until Reality straitens
my smile
PLEASE GIVE FEED BACK.
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