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…
Tag: 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
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 