It’s Me Khoisan

It’s Me Khoisan long poem

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Quit the stare, the stairs await us,
I see ice in your eyes, in two weeks, I too forgot,
The waves of love live within us,
Even when the heart heat revives, the silence sinks,
Emotions woven, relationships entangled, just the norm of love,
Time & date seem wrong, feelings right,
Don’t you recall these eyes, these lips, and this look?
It’s me Khoisan

I spend time in networking; spend it all to get a glimpse of you,
Reviewed all cams memories, in all you seemed perfect but lost,
Long dark nights, warming only my room,
I shone like never before, lived each day in love,
Dreamt ever of you, some in denial, some happy,
Some in questions,
Will you recall us?
Who were we, better question the previous life?

The mighty made man’s mind meaningful,
Made our hearts confused and unstable, life tricks even confusing,
But we couldn’t let go, I couldn’t,
Here I am, recall us?
It’s me Khoisan,
The one who got away, the one who broke us,
Won’t you wake up and see me, won’t you say my name?
Won’t you listen to my sorry heart; won’t you forgive me love?
Will you kiss this tears, cry along with me, it’s me here love

Here I am to heal the wounded wounds,
To finish what we commenced together,
To bring back us to life, to bring love back,
Just look at me once, just once my Khoisan,
Just touch these hands and feel the warmth, warmth of fresh life,
I got away, and I get back unworthy of you but for a worthy course,
Try forgetting the past, try embracing us again, trying finding me in your heart,
I still live there, smile there, and cry there,
Do you recall me?
It’s me Khoisan, Claire…..

I’m still that lady, loved & cherished entirely by all,
My grace & heart same as the heavens, no blemish,
I’m still that lady who sang for you, love songs till u dreamt,
Still the one who lost your sleep & stole your heart,
I still live in your memories, still reside in your thoughts,
And you still my heartthrob, no memory lose can erase us,
Hold my hand and focus on the heart, feel the peace, feel the warmth,
Here I am, recall us love,
It’s me Khoisan, Claire…. your love.

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