August My Happiness
No You Can't See My Heart
Weird Pictures x Chinese
Ambience Of Dark Rooms In Suburbia
Trading Secrets
Little Kisses
Loving Her Birth Marks
The Corner Under Her Ear lobe I left one of my own
Memories belong in hearts
She says she has a mark
That says 'Zolani' wherever she goes
Babe you have me in your heart forever
Memories belong in hearts my happiness
I take little items from her
Lip balms and such, pictures and CD's that remind me off her what I couldn't do was duplicate her touch
So I'm going to dedicate a corner in my room to her
And build a shrine in her honour or the honour of us to forever monumentalise us
You are my glory
You make so much of it worth it
She never says much but after I said my bit hers was 'you redeem my soul'
Her body is a canvas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem