Treasure Island

Zolani Nkomo

(15/06/1995 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Digital Girl and Anlogue Boy


In Troubled Times
I Wish You Gentle Hugs
Warms Arms and Friendly Smiles

Every Conversation With You Turns Into a Poem
You Teach Me Patience
Different To My Usual Haste
So Different To Sexy More Sultry
An Improvement To My Usual Taste

Why Does She Always Think I Worry?
I Like Her A Lot but We're Not There Yet
I Don't Care Enough To Worry

Wish I Had Audible Senses
She Keeps Sending Me The Wrong Signals
She's Digital,
The World I'm From Was Analogue
Which Is No More
She's On Another Level

You've Got An Intriguing Soul
That'd Be A Good Thing
If Only I Didn't Wish To Hold It In My Bare Hands
Where It Would Explode In a Scream
Because You've Never Felt Such Love
Always Knew There Was Something About You From The Start

With You I Felt Sight
For The First Time
Now I Know What It Means
To See
To Be
To Have Faith
To Believe

You're The Truth I Perceive

Submitted: Sunday, April 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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It's How Two People From Different Worlds Just Want To Learn About Each Other and What Happens After, What They Feel and Think

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