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Darryl M May 2019
What has turned of my life?
Of what value are you in it?
Let’s not fake relevance.
Echoes of a dying connection.

Let’s be real.
I took your contact number, so communication can be easy,
And we can meetup.
Not to create a new distant relationship,
Digital love be boring.
Echoes of a dying connection.

Nothing builds,
Nothing touches,
A human being,
More than attention.
Attention structures communication,
Communication foresees relationships.

Let not your emotions be emojis,
Let not your response be status updates,
Fortifications of a convo in burial, can’t be made through texting.

Of you and I,
The future shines through,
But a moonlight.

This isn’t a version of me, I commune with.
This isn’t a version of me you fell for.

Echoes of a dying connection.
Completed: 19th August 2018 [17:39 PM]
Let’s be Real!
Darryl M May 2019
I’m blinded by the dark of my fears,
searching for the key to your heart.

Couple of mistakes I’ve made.
Couple of ****** I’ve bade.
Couple of wrongs I’ve said.
I guess my bed was made.

You can wear the rubber.
And take it to the dumper.
But she has feelings too.
You can’t put protection on her heart.
Now I realize.

Do I love you?
I want you, don’t I?
Do I love you?
I’m willing to try.
Darryl M May 2019
What’s to differ when what differs doesn’t differ?
What’s special, when special comes not but by attention?
If we came the same way,
and we end the same way.
Yet I brag of what the Tombstone doesn’t highlight.
How am I special?
What’s unique, when all’s unique comes and goes the same?
My life is nothing but a worthless farthing,
Yet I brag.
As a child’s thoughts fade,
so is fame and works forgotten.

Reliving a person’s life is a waste.
That space has already been taken.
Leave your mark, and keep remarking.
Amateur Hustle Sonnet.
Darryl M May 2019
I’m tired of the gifts.
Mxm, why don’t you bring me you?

I’m giving my all. It’s still not enough.
Are you the wrong person for me?

I really loved you. I really did.
Loved your personality, I still do.

I don’t know when I stopped loving you.
I really don’t.
But what I had for you, was really dope.
Every moment with you, gave me hope.
Do I want you now? That’s a strong nope.

I hate dropping you.
But it’s time to be bold.
See now, you’re the past.
Time to see what the future holds.

Is love really this killing?
Or are you just an Undertaker?
I guess I have to take this with a grain of salt.
Even though you’re the one I ever sought.
Now I got a lot of things I need to sort.

You used to be the one I loved.
The one I never wished to see torn apart.
Now we’re torn apart.
Here, take your part.

I want you to feel the weight of what I felt.
I want you to know what a ‘No’ feels like.
I had a crush on you,
now you’ll get crushed too.

Ready or not. Watch me leave.
We’re a mess, it’s like an old weave.

This is not revenge.
It’s what you gave me.
One of those Amateur writings...
Completed: 29th December 2017 [22:43 PM]
Inspired by: Kwesta feat. Thabsie – Ngiyaz’fela Ngawe song.
nia fox Jan 2015
the water fills her lungs
her lips are now blue
her life is slowly coming to an end
the white lights are coming into view
it's hard to hold on
though hard to let go
when the angel will kiss you
soon you will know
tell me if this is real
tell me if this fake
I knew this day would come
surely this was no mistake
never knew my skin could be so pale
never knew a heart could stop
never thought I'd stop breathing
never thought I'd see my carcass from atop
all life must come to an end
nothing lasts forever
this is now, that was then
who knew death could be so clever?

— The End —