Treasure Island

Mpho Tsakata


The coldest i've ever felt


The coldest of my heart ive ever felt,
A chance i thought i had turned to dust,
Disappointed heart left to melt,
Slowly but surely loosing trust,

No day found in anceint times,
That compares to this you've given me,
Was unexpected and couldn't even see any signs,
But this will rise for centuaries,

Surely i might neglect you,
But im not certain about the forgetting part,
Maybe waiting for you was a stupid move,
I shouldn't have led you inside my heart,

You just changed my goodness to something else,
I hope the Lord forgives you for unchaining the beast within,
But don't count at my forgivness, not a chance,
Forgive me Lord if im making a dreadful sin,

For now that was my lover is my enimy,
And that was hopeless is my friend,
For what follows next is tragedy,
Cost-sins that can't come to an end,

Killed and outdated smiles are nomore,
This really calls for war,
Island of hatred at shore,
You decided to leave so im deciding to help you close the door

Submitted: Sunday, August 24, 2014

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