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Mixed messages
I keep calling your name When I'm drenched in madness Running up mountains of memories A garden of roses, peppered with thorny facts You were a great salesman Sold me dreams.
Ukuthumela okudumile osuka kule bhulogi
Ngivulekile
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.
ukhuluma kakhulu
I'm so impatient I cannot take a moment Let it be vacant I cannot take pauses that are silent Empty and unoccupied I will not let time slide Until I overshare.
Amazwana
Thumela amazwana