Capricious




When I'm in a volcanic rage, past the stage
Of no return, you convert the burn to flames
Flickers that linger and became
Pure melted water on your fingertips.
Each drop you past on your lips and I drip
On the floor to worship you and give it a chance

Amazwana

Thumela amazwana

Ukuthumela okudumile osuka kule bhulogi

Ngivulekile

Isithombe
We have limited time to feel And I treasure beautiful summers But all these loose ends can only be tied by you I seek relief from stones unturned  I never thought it was desperation It felt textured in the ethereal  It felt measured in something real It felt like something I could feel But I am unable to explain To capture succinctly the loneliness  That saturates my pain.
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