Her Name Is Hope
Love is a mess
Sleeplessness is a friend
Food tasting like regret
Continued to suffer from distress
Angered by my decisions
Listened not to my intuition
Bitter to the past
Still stuck in situations
Darkness plans to leave
The heart beats recklessly
The mind is softening
Now that I see thee
Copyright © Izintombi Zamambo | Year Posted 2022
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