Ooh At Last
memories are poisons,
if they over lead your brain,
yet they are prisons,
with the floor rotten.
i remember pattens,
where i saw you always cool,
imagining you always like a fool,
it was funny, Joy, and cool,
i remember breaking my promises,
trying to avoid you over the school premises,
running out of the class sometimes,
recalling makes me feel real tense.
I saw your face no matter what a distance,
feeling how hard it was getting that chance,
making my ego feel it was my dance,
but always i was out of your fence,
your charm made me feel welcomed,
slowly, and naturally it was formed,
with anger face i was chased,
but again and again i knocked,
your anger reminded me your kindness,
that madness shown your true happiness,
your rising tones were actually harmless,
but was a candle in the cute darkness,
did i deserve to be with you? ,
and make my love in you?
no! my level won't count you,
i agree that in my heart too,
suddenly your going away,
i promise won't come on your wedding day,
i can't believe it's happening truly,
i will cry sometimes but not daily,
you just go with love Ney,
we may meet on January, June or may,
count me but never ever feel sorry,
good lucky you are gone at last anyway,
no matter what i say won't make it,
even power of love won't stop it,
your judgment has made it,
it is a loss i call it.
bye Ney
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poem by Dickson Mseti
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