Chartered accountant in South Africa, no poetry history just life experiences, bearing my soul on a page, and hearing the world's response....
LIFE makes us grow, ugly experiences build our character, produces perserverance and ultimately HOPE! !
Days have past, moments lapse
i find myself wanting to call you....
i resist
i hold back
...
So I sat on my bed
And the thoughts flooded my head
I wondered what I did wrong
That the boy I loved would not love me back....
...
Death be not proud
for you have no hold over my life,
Death be not proud
for I cannot die! !
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i met him a 3 years ago,
now we are friends,
he held me close once, for a little too long,
i thought we had something,
...