You know things are brutal when the plural goes all singles
The once mutual with constant mingles
Goes all poor and starts to fall on you

You probably kickin you for not stickin it out
Guess it'll forever be your downfall, she's probably wondering whether you've figured it out
From all the clues she left in the house 
Non of this was ever ment to hurt her, you just wanted to make her your spouse

With all the pain she buries in her heart
Is you diggin it up?

I don't know you myself but I feel like I must help
I dont owe you a cent but I feel like I owe you my strength

Its against my faith but I'll give you a hand
If its power u wish then I'll give you my fire
In this cold world all need is my heart

Been searching the world looking for the one
Stayed out of sight, she's nowhere to be found
I give in, now give me your heart

I'm swallowin my pride give my a smile
I'm swallowin my pride now give me a sign

Reflections of illusions

Boiling water
Emotional turbulence
Excuses for every evidence
Clumsy nature leaves human to be distance

Emergency telling the truth is Accident
Follow mistakes of instructions my patient
Crafts is always astray
Please rethink your way
Trudge is always emerging

Take  caution
Mirror  reflect character in depiction
Truth or dare, lies has its own portion
Angels are demos from the same composition
Double standard
Fear is coward
Perfection  and Freedom is common fantasy
Like God above the galaxy
Commitment is equals to jealousy


Written by Kabelo Mthembu

"Men are brutal" you hear that?  Plural
Love is beautiful but she hated the funerals
Having to bury another relationship in the dust, but it was a must, they kept using her
She lost trust, stuck in the house. .. sobbing

She was the father faced girl with her mother's hair
At first all men were drawn by her stare
But as time went she drove them off with her scare
The last she deemed worthy
It was costly,  messy plus no-one knew she wasn't ready

Victor was cool he treated her good
When the cherries started popping the man gave her a spoon to start eating
The wonders of the world all at her feet
They shared a table of love with all she could fist
Can a cherry stem really grow in the street?

She's been through this before
There's only so much you can do before they snap
And she did, but before that

She never had a boyfriend, her love life
Was a game full of players
Who were only looking for a quick score

Her legs would open with flowers
Her heart untouched no-one cared about that
How could God plant a cherry stem on the street?

I'm stuck between a daisy and rose
Both I hold dear in heart what do you propose?
I feel like Adam in the garden of Eden
Picking a flower for Eve which one should I leave?

Margarita and Rosa mi favorito en las mundo
Spanish is kinda cool though
Now back to the poem

In a world full of so many, who can you choose?
I choose my words well and try never to be wrong but one disapproves
But the other is enthused

I know what you're thinking
If she agrees she's probably the one right? Wrong
Heard it once being sang in a song
"If she disapproves she can make you strong"

But then again its just a song
I always try to structure my poems, but in this case
All they gave me was a pen and a Pad

I just met her a week ago and
I can still smell her as the days go
Never have I felt such zeal for a lassie
A gnarl feeling is beginning to spiral
I'm starting to think my minds tired
Or just crazy

She's the girl of my dreams
The one I see when I sleep
I love the way that she speaks

With my phone I'm never wondering who should I call
I'd like to say we met at the mall
Just to make this poem rhyme but we met at a time
Were a mall was not an option

I treasure her affection,  let her know I'll never desert her
But that's a lie
We aint God , so we make promises we can't reach
You're lier till proven honest

So in the sense of the word "Honest" you can't preach