Call It What You May
I have been made happy
To a point where I now know the meaning of petty
I have found joy in a biscuit
Sweeter than you may imagine it
Feel free
Call it what you may
But I choose not to give it a name
I'm afraid it might just go away.
This here speaks in all languages
Like Ganier
It takes care of all the blemishes
Hence my skin remains so clear
If you look at me
You will see it through my eyes
It shines brighter than my smile
It comes from deep inside
My heart has a friend
My hand has a helper
My soul has a home
Call it what you may
But know this
I have never felt like this
My smile is brighter than the sunshine
Its pure bliss
My presence is now felt
Tears are left to drop in my absence
And this may be a bit absurd
But understand; I am new to this.
Excuse me if I make no sense
My heart is getting used to this pen and paper
Words are on top of each other
Two hearts have just met each other.
Copyright © Yolanda Nyembezi | Year Posted 2015
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