Book of the calm 10.Outcast of the dying romance
The pretense of this
dying love is over
Take your hobbling
memories with you and
Leave my dying memories
behind to die in
My hungry blood
The desire is put on
the hang man's noose
We're the outcasts of
the dying romance
There was a beautiful
dream asking to be dreamed
There was the ticking
hope hurrying in a hurry
To be hoped and grasped
But now all that hope and
those dreams you have
Shattered and looted
all by yourself are gone
You came into my life
like a bull meteor
Our life together was
a quicky fast adrenalin
propelled infatuation
And now we're
both pretty orphaned
Don't want to pretend
we're any better off than
Those the unwanted street
Kids of the dead romance
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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