Funeka Matwasa Poet Lyric

Your Absence

While I wait allow me to wander
Even without your consent I’ll push the doors wider
Lend me your hands to brew
This disaster cider 
So later we don’t blame each other 
When the  outcome is bitter 

I promise not to be fair  
When I stroke regrets hair 
So you feel good for not being there 
I promise to be so soft like fur
When I take my strides 
It’s gonna be a memory only with my heart I’ll share 

They say we should take the good with the bad
Now I’ll take being your bed spread 
My fault it is as the air was speaking 
Nothing, my ears heard

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