Biography of londiwe buthelezi
I was born in the small town of empangeni and just recently moved to durban. I owe it to my Grade 12 english teacher, Mrs Maitland, for converting me from writing stories, to writing poetry...i really love being able to express my feelings in my poetry and it's much easier to explain on paper than vocally...
I go to varsity college in durban north and am currently studying for my degree in psycology.i have a younger sister and brother and a crazy cousin who i love to bits.if you want to e-mail me personally, my e-mail address is email@example.com
londiwe buthelezi Poems
**is Cupid A Man? **
If cupid really was a man with a cute little dart who shot you with them, right through your heart;
The Abusive Man
I understand why you won't leave him. It's because no matter how many times he hits you, slaps you, humiliates you,
raindrops fall on my window pane, can't believe i'm like this again. still thinking about how a love just like ours could just fade away...
i first saw this on a video i watched on you tube and i figured i just had to put this up on poemhunter....
My heart stops. Beats again, but faster. My eyes see you, seals your image in my mind.
Love is useless and painful and sore. love is crazy, and insane
If I Could Talk...
If i could talk, i would tell you that i cared. i would try to say how i've never felt this way and no one else could make me feel like this
It rips through your body. Grazing, raking, shaving away all the protective layers you put up all those years before. layers you used to cover all the pain
you can betray someone not by what you have done, but what you long
Another Love Song
last night we were alright.but now i feel all alone. you keep ignoring me, you don't pick up the phone. was it something that i did? or maybe something that i said? one minute we we're laughing, and the next our love was dead.
She whispers in your ear the secrets of her soul. The passions locked inside her heart she puts in your control
we kill all the caterpillars... then complain when there are no
maybe if i change my hair, or fix my crooked teeth, He'll finally notice who i am, see the beauty i have beneath.
can't believe i didn't notice that we were both drawing apart, i'd always thought that i would love you from the bottom of my heart.
Days Of The Week
Monday's i love you,
Tuesday's i switch,
Wednesday's i'll think about which
one is which.
Thursday's i hate you
Friday's i don't
weekends i'll think about reasons i don't