Octavia Mothiba
(2015)
This poem is about a lady, gorgeous of course, who understands me better than anyone. With this poem I give credits to her that she will be mine forever on this journey of love.
What if books were music Which writers would be on your pla… And which book will you read every… Which writer would be your favouri… That got you hash-tagging and post…
Words that boom in my mind and blown by the wind, out there can find, one who’s too kind thoughts are odd,
She is a black gold Beautiful and bold Natural beauty she beholds Attraction she holds She is a black gold
Down in the dawn of the night Where my heart lies and my patience fades And letting-go upgrades My faith absorbed by the dark
Smiles glitter on my face. Memories fill up my mind. Tears roll down my cheeks. Time has passed by. I remember all those times,
This pain is the main, part of my vein. In my blood it reigns, and my heart it strains. Something in me choke,
When I’m dead Let my passing be a secret and be known to only those were cl… Honour my personality for being a… Invite all my friends, write them…
Together we await the train of lov… In the station of our hearts And inside our souls huddle in but our minds go opposite directio… Is it love, is it love?
Never shall I Forget this year. Never shall I Forfeit this memory. In my mind it hiss
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS Before the eyes of the watchers our love was a shining star. We portrayed Romeo and Juliet like Aladdin and a genie.
and when summer rains do come embrace them, dance and chant in t… Take raindrops like vaccinations and when the sun do shine be raisins, and fester in the sun*
Hid by the shadow of feign Defended by three words You removed my partition and saw my secret portion I never loved thee.
So long I breathe The hails and storms I will ignor… let alone the blistering sun suffocating my skin On a cold winter’s day
In the night we stand, and let our minds extend. Our hearts correspond, and our souls will bond. Pretty corners.
I am the summer’s sun A busting ray of scorching gold Too proud I am, it’s a silly rage At times I glare, and scold the e… Then summon clouds to make the rai…