I first fell in 'something" at the age of fifteen.
I can still recollect the happenings of that Sunday,
Even though long has it been.
I remember the way she smelt of hot coffee,
Even though she claimed she never took one.
I remember the way we threw poems at each other
Like they were snow balls.
But I was using my hands, she was using machine guns.
And each moment to our "thing" norishing
As a mothers breast milk,
Yet risk taking than you can think.
Distance wasn't by our side,
And in front of the world our "thing" we had to hide.
So, until I later rose, I called this "thing" love.
I rose until I became a desert
With only God's love an Oasis.
Many a cloud with silver linings -feelings- passed by,
Wetting my ground that that was that.
So they dried, never everlasting,
Until I encountered another thing.
Black and beautiful is she.
I believed with her I would be a sea.
Her voice, a mass choir of angel.
I couldn't stop imagining
How perfect our love would be,
Until I realised she was never for me.
They say love heals.
I believed that too,
Until I realised it also kills.
I comes around pretending to heal
Your heart, but only to crush it to pieces,
Over and over again.
...but man is folly, just like me.
