Mystery Girl

Tue, 06/05/2018 - 13:24 -- Tsietsi

From a distant she speaks calmly.

Listening to her sense of humor,

I was drown in a density of attraction

I was caught in a net of romantic world,

I was fascinated by her delicate skin,

I was amused by her amicable generosity,

Groomed by her intuitions, her impressive personalities,

Her sensitive decisions, her wrong doings and worse.

Her fluctuating emotions, that got my thoughts concussing with my delusions.

 

Dear MG, there is more to share of you,

So simple to pile, so easy to sooth, and so complex to explain.

Unconsciously standing by the balcony,

With my eyes starring deep into my fantasy,

With my wishes facing onto your weird hobbies,

And my confidence faith hanging with your insecurities.

 

Pity how time wouldn't be on our side,

Pity how situations and contingency plans won’t spoil us,

Pity I never felt your touch and the heat of your rich breath.

Man you have a position in my bumping stone,

You have a potential in my dreams, you have honor in my regrets,

You have a backbone during my falling eras,

And for that, I am internally planted with the fear of God.

 

From a distant in thy summer attire she speaks calmly

Watching her smiles as she replies my smirk

My innocent face puffed with shyness, you would say I’m blind

My soul so flattered, you would name me Love

My world so small, I guess I felt forever in precious moment

Watching you from a mile in that bottle

Seemed curious, as if I could magically hold your hand

Suddenly you wore an insecure face as if I judged us

Your name, so heavy to call, you really in my veins

Funny how your looks will adjust my heart

 Purely stolen time has calmed lonely memories 

 

And so long in our mystery little cage, I’d let you venture in my calculations

And I kept my words, as old as true as the stars.

 

I can go on and on, you never will wish to rest,

On and on, you never will get destructed.

On and on, you never will break the bond.

Because you too much into literature,

Because you too deep into art, because art is made of you,

And you were made of it, because you African

 

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My family
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