T Nkosi

He's my object of desire
He who lights my fire
He's love is all I require
Missing him hellishly bad
...

Tightrope walking
The spotlight is on me
I hear my fear talking
Sreaming so loud
...

Crazy boy, Crazy girl
We are combo made in hell
Trouble is all you smell
When we step into the room
...

Feeling down like the leaves of a Willow
Every night tears soak my pillow
Scale says I've lost another kilo
A sign I'm not happy
...

I write simple poetry
You can call me Dorothy
To you I may lack skill
I don't care scribble words I will
...

Laying on my bed
Staring at the ceiling
I hate this feeling
I'm too down for words
...

My poetry is
Drama of my mind
Truths I seek to find
...

Which way is hell
I want you to tell
Nothing here is going well
And if I find hell
...

Pour me another glass of sadness
Play me a good tune of the blues
Let the intoxication be my happiness
I need to numb these bruises
...