Poetry
sometimes it feels like my emotions get the best of me.😢
maybe I feel💓too much and think🤔 too little
that my heart♥️becomes my mind.🤕
it's not my intention to cross the line but...
when I love... I Love,💘and yet for the most part,
it feels like my heart has been breaking💔more than loving.💖
I hate repeating🔂my mistakes with recurring love.
it feels as if my heart's a character in a video-game🎮,
it dies and dies and dies again.
each time different and each time more painful💀
than the last.
yet still it will resurrect👻to carry-on playing🎮
even though it may never win🥇
even still... you'd think somewhere in between
I would have changed,
I would have learned from falling for someone.
It's like outer🌠space in my inner ear👂🏿,
all I hear are silent lips moving👄,
they're saying "it's ohk".
The hardest pain is falling,
until you hit the attachments
that make it hard to get over someone.
Silhouette
"She's so perfect, so humble."😍
I say in my mind🧠as it is the only thing that I thought every time I saw her.🌚
As to why I did not speak🗣about how I felt?
I do not know🤷🏿♂, with reasoning so parallel to rejection I hesitated in my attempts.😳
But in fact my motives were not that of a Flirtatious type😏
but one filled with Admiraton.
She was beauteous in every way.🌹
I have no recollection of why failed to acknowledge her presence before.🤔🤷🏿♂
At first she was just another person that drifted past me🚶🏽♀,
the second time, there was little emotion when I saw her from a distance👀🚶🏽♀.
Yet I don't know if the third time was the charm but I saw a different glow,
an Aura to put it more correctly.
And I now I can't stop thinking about her, a Silhouette of biblical proportion.
Creepish looks of profound awe, was all I was able to do.👀
When she sat next to me our conversations were brief personality exchanges,
family, and school matter.
I immediately felt ashamed because as a Dude
I should have been able to flirt with her.
Physical appearances may not have been of her standard I guess
but confidence has always been an opposing factor when it came to that.
Although in her case she gleamed purity with her every smile,
shunning away the best-looking Playboys,
giving the littlest attention to comedic attempts from the Best-boy
and me the guy who she probably thought was just male figured shadow.
My only attempt at reaching out to her is a poem she'll probably never read.
I'm sceptical as to whether my words will ever meet her eyes.
She was not like every other girl,
she was uniquely of her her own status, in my view
standing far higher than the rest,
she wasn't the most popular but she peaked at beauty,
with no shame towards her ethnicity she wore her crown well.
In a so called Poet's attempt my only Flirtatious attempt is this
I offer it to every single girl in the world
the Silhouettes of perfection and beauty.
© Nkazimulo Mvemve
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Matriculant 2019
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