My poems are not just combination of words
They are my feelings, my silent cries my loudest cries, they are cries without tears.
They are my experiences.
They are my silent battles
Some of them are between me and myself
Some of them are between me and bitter truths and my demons.
In the beginning God said let there be light,and there was light.
And on the 4th day God created The SUN and MOON.
Then what brought light on the first day ????
The feeling of loneliness,
A solitude with no comforting friend.
The feeling of sadness,
No happiness, just unbearable pain.
Oh, the feeling of grief;
That extinguishes smiles.
This feeling of sorrow,
That haunts in the cold night.
The feeling of anxiety,
That breeds depression
LETS ALL LAUGH AT SOUTH AFRICA ππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππ
@BafanaBafana 2026 World Cup update;
First goal conceded: πΏπ¦
Second goal conceded: πΏπ¦
First error leading to goal: πΏπ¦
First red card: πΏπ¦
Second red card: πΏπ¦
First L: πΏπ¦
First team to not score: πΏπ¦
Somebody shout AmadpianoππΉ
It was you who taught me
that broken heartstrings
can still sing.
Just by being
in your presence,
I learnt that music
can be felt,
even when there is no sound.
I never claimed to be perfect.
I made mistakes and learned from them.
I didnβt try to impress her
With romantic verses
Or empty promises.
I showed her my flaws
And never pretended to be someone else.
I was honest with her,
True to myself and to her heart.