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My Sincere Regards

I used to think everything would go my way
I had big wishful dreams
And in all my dreams you were there
But i guess it doesn't always go as we wish

I was so naive back then
When i used to stare at your photo's blankly
I thought to myself how lucky i was
You truly were my angel sent from above

Back then I had a huge smile on my face
I felt as if my world was surrounded by you
But a young girl's heart is deceptive 
All this went down suddenly

I wish i knew when it was coming to an end
So i could cherish those moments
So i could smile a little wider
So i could laugh till my lungs hurt

I guess this was and is the end of our road
The road that i dread to end
That road that has hurt me the most
My only question is how could you be fine?

Well life is greener out here
There are alot of lessons to learn
I think am beginning to smile again
Atleast this time am careful

I still miss you though 
I send my best regards to you 
Am doing fine
What about you?

         EDITH TEMBA

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LET'S TALK

Lets talk about heartbreak,
About how desperate one feels
Even though you knew all along that if you went down that road it would lead to nowhere.

Lets talk about the tears,
That you cry oftenly
Thinking about what could be but all along you knew they were just your wishful thoughts.

Lets talk about the anger
The constant feeling of resentment
The urge to blame the other person when all along you knew you were also at fault.

Lets talk about the regret,
Why did we get together?
How did i fall for such a person when all along you ignored the red flags.

Why can't we talk about the love,
Why is it always the worst that happened
Why not the love we shared, the happy memories and the dreams we had together?

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I Wish I Was Her

I wish i was her
She is courageous , she is bold
She does not care about the thoughts of the world
Above all when she loves she loves wholeheartedly 

I wish i could meet her once more
Like i did a few years back
But is she still there
Or did the bitterness of the world bring her down

She always had a smile on her face
Always had an answer to her flaws
Her tears were almost invisible
But how i wonder how she managed all this 

I wish i was her
But what if it was all pretence
Maybe her perfect doesnt really exist 
Maybe her courageous self and her loving self are now just mere history

Do i still want to be her?
Is she still the one i admire the most?
Yes, because whether she still exists or not
I want those traits but this time i hope i wont give up 
I still want to be her.

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Love In Its Purest Form

I once knew a guy,
He always put others first 
But what I loved most about him
is that he made me a better version of myself

This guy challenged my thinking,
Unleashed my capabilities,
And most importantly 
Made me love myself even more

I used to be so insecure
Detained by the comments of the world
And always craving for approval
But to him I just needed to accept myself because I was perfect in his eyes

His accomplishments amazed me
They pushed me to try even harder 
To reach my goals and even surpass them
And what I liked most, was that he walked with me through that journey

I don't think it was coincidence that we met
I think it was at the right timing 
When I needed someone to bring me back to my senses
And remind me of how worth it and how blessed I was
How I took everything for granted instead of utilising what I already had.

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The Magnificent House

That house that stood there steady
Bringing warmth to all its members and even people outside
But to me it was the place 
where I felt cold and unloved

Everyone longed for the next time they would be home
But I longed for the moment I would leave home 
And this time to leave for good

I sat in a corner wondering why everyone was happy 
Yet I always had tears in my eyes whenever I thought about the place
Or maybe its the people and not the house 

A house that stands there so beautiful 
Enclosed in a safe and lovely neighbourhood
It was everything I ever dreamed of
But how I wished that I could be happy even just for a day

The house where all memories are held
But my only memories to store are of the pain I had to go through
How I wish I could make good memories
How I wished I never gave the house a reason to look ugly
But why? why do I blame it on the house and not the people?