For Her

I Found myself Speaking to my Shadow like Vagina monologues, nothing Constructive Came just Her Name. Superstar of The Ghettos whose Number Is Called By every corner Where Guys Discuss their next Victim. My Heart For A playground My Heartbeats for Fading Sound. There Were Times I could Feel her Under My Stomach like Butterflies now She is The Puke I want to take Out of My System. She was my Sky but When night Falls My Scars were in form of Stars,She became the Wormhole that Sucked every emotions in my Soul. My Spiritual band played tunes out of human mind, With my walking stick I was looking For Love only to Be Blinded by words like I love You. She Strum my Ribs for A Broken piece I kept Looking For.in My Lost Tune, Pain became frequency frequently reminding me Her Waves were always on the Hi me On low Self-esteem to match Our Broken String. She slipped under my Skin like night Creeping Under the Sunrays. I Caught Feelings Like Trees catching Their sapple Fruits, She Broke me from top to my roots...... By: Tshediso Seroki