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A Message From Cupid

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Love is not always on time but when it arrives, who can deny it? When it's in sight, who can hide it? When its lost, i pray cupid helps me find it. But why do we define such? Why do I call it "love" when it gives  me so many other emotions? When im jealous, it plants hate, unease and anger inside of me Yes, a devilish act this love bestows upon me But if we genuine and honest, this love could fill up oceans Then we'll pack our hearts into suitcases and sail East,  towards Cape shores,  And continue our quest for soul searching. Because the absence of love is like a mannequin dressed for winter, staring at the world through windows of a clothing store, warm on the outside but always cold when you look at the eyes, the inside. So please dont turn me into a mannequin. Because where there's no love, warmth never visits.  And when love comes knocking, i dont want to go looking for the nearest exit Running away from the best...
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Co-Pilot

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I sometimes feel like a co-pilot in my own thoughts. Floating in mid-air,  Letting them take me on different trips. No handle bars to hold on to, So I always have no grip. When drowning in this pool of thought, I swore I would never take a dip. But, Here I am clinching tighter to my heart and Hoping to dear life that I never slip. Slip into a place where I lose control of my thoughts. Becoming practically incapable of making a choice. Then watch my conscience lose it's voice. I don't think there's a sadder sight than  A wise man trapped in a confide space with no way to escape. When I walk in these city streets. I'm always harshly reminded that having a bed is a luxury, That these shoes could have been on someone else's feet. Then, I sit and wonder what good comes out of the lives I see living on these Pretoria streets. Did they just accept defeat? Or, Did they go where ever the wind took them like stems of wheat. ...
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The Weather

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