Since you’ve been gone
I’m avoiding words
Most of all poems
Can’t wrap my hand around a pen
And advocate the heavenliness of love
When I’ve been forcefully converted
To a sad poet by its forsaken desires
Since you’ve been gone
I’m avoiding words
Most of all poems
Can’t wrap my hand around a pen
And advocate the heavenliness of love
When I’ve been forcefully converted
To a sad poet by its forsaken desires
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Stories that began in the heart of the South African lowveld.
Artist, Poet, Writer
A lover of words
A Mystical World
love each other like you are the lyric to their music
The flowers of the fiction plant rooted in my brain, the voice of the inexpressible feelings hidden in my heart and the eruption of the theories burning in my mind– I made a ball out of the three, threw it high into the sky and it landed right at my blog.
