Look at me.
I am a series of defeats. I have no small victories. I have no frame or bones or flesh for my sad soul to cling on to.
I am hungry, empty
desperate in a world that seems contempt to exist as if I never did.
I am cold, barren, raw
my screams fall on deaf ears and so I weep I wallow, I whisper
“I want you still”
20-ish. South African. Student in Languages and Culture.
I will always think of you Deriggs I always pray for you that you have health, love and happiness When I am home alone I think of you and call you to offer you my greetings Sometimes I even write
I look to you in Autumn’s merge with the climax of love for the fragrance of scented leaves in the trees I look to you in the quaint forest all alone with the howling of owls in the distance through
I want to say thank you mama I want to say thank you papa For having me born in this time So i could meet this woman and Make her my Valentine Now it’s up to me to be Tender,
you fell in love with a memory as you read my poetry you read my heart you saw right through me right from the start you read my mind you read my soul i touched you,i know you could feel
I think of you for countless hours Your fragrance is of thousand flowers And when I look into your beautiful eyes It feels you are the real, Everything else lies.. At the times of sorrows and despair Your sweetest words