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.
This pain is the main, part of my vein. In my blood it reigns, and my heart it strains. Something in me choke,
Smiles glitter on my face. Memories fill up my mind. Tears roll down my cheeks. Time has passed by. I remember all those times,
Pain wakes me up at night, it gets lonely and need some compa… And as I try to dive and drown in… it seem to have adapted and learne… Jo’burg! With its cement trees,*
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?
Words that boom in my mind and blown by the wind, out there can find, one who’s too kind thoughts are odd,
In the night we stand, and let our minds extend. Our hearts correspond, and our souls will bond. Pretty corners.
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
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
Waters that preach And birds that sing The song of life Brings refreshment to all.
Let my heart be, a dancehall for… and yours be, the music. Let my mind be, an art gallery and yours, capture moments of our… Let us be, to the public
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.
Can we pretend? So that I can mend and renew my vows? For this opportunity I bow Not when but now
She is a black gold Beautiful and bold Natural beauty she beholds Attraction she holds She is a black gold
Like monsters, waking up at night I see death parade itself every ni… with carpet leading all the way to… GRAVEYARD I have seen how my mother watches…