Tag: Angel

  • Bird of Paradise

    I used to turn my silence into sonnets
    My subtle pain into solemn poetry
    And poured all my ache into my art
    But my pen is stack up in my book stand
    She aches to be held in her lover’s hands
    Coz this Botswana girl brightens my days
    And I write better in the dark

    KJ

  • I don’t

    It’s so easy for me to love you
    That it genuinely frightens me
    I’ve never been perfect at anything
    But I’ve never wanted anything
    As much as I want to hold you
    And every night when I go to sleep
    The question has ceased to be
    “How do I love you?”
    And has now become
    “How do I ever stop?”

  • Malkia

    I only ever thought
    There were two kinds of love
    One that you would kill for
    And one you would die for
    But you, my sweet cupcake
    You are the kind of love
    I would live for

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