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.
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.
Amazwana
Thumela amazwana