For all the times when the world will ask too much of me, On long nights when I can’t fall asleep, I will place my head on your chest, Your heartbeat will be the sweetest lullaby to me. As I gently write the words “I love you”, Across the left side of your chest with…
Category: Poetry
For some people, especially those with vivid imaginations, it’s difficult to express themselves conventionally. There is too much to say. There are too many ways in which to describe a single item, too many colours, too many sounds. For those people, there is poetry.
— Ndapewoshali
Somewhere Along The Way
Somewhere along the way, Someone taught us that love meant pain. What a vulgar distortion, One however, we never set straight again. Someone taught us to hurt ourselves, Someone taught us to fear our joy. That the ugliest hearts, Deserve the greatest praise. Somewhere along the way, Someone convinced us, That to really love someone…
The Little Things…
I appreciate the little things, The little things, That turned into big things. The little joke, That turned into years of laughter, The little smile, That never left thereafter. The little hug, That turned into a warm embrace, The little “hi”, That turned in to conversation for days. The little look, That turned into an…
I haven’t cried for you…
I haven’t cried for you, I haven’t shed a single salty tear. I haven’t spent nights curled up on the floor, With my own whimpers piercing through my ears. I haven’t cried for you, Not for a moment, not a single day. But not because my heart didn’t break Not because I didn’t care, Not…
Breathe
And maybe,
When all the damage done by all the years spent living in the moments in which we live starts to subside;
To return to the ability to trust as delicately as with the innocence of a child,
Maybe then we’ll scream… love!
Maybe Tomorrow
So… if words would suffice,
I’d write you a letter,
A maybe a sonnet or two.
Ndapewoshali Writes 