Nanda Regine Kabali-Kagwa

A WOMAN

Her presence, ever so demanding like the sudden awakening of Spring
Leave others with the thirst for Her morning dew
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My eyes are not there, to look at yours
To have a conversation and make your orbs smile
But the distance that you see
Is how far my heart goes fonder... For miles
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She can't explain the black and white seas of Her soul
So He won't understand why His colorful skies couldn't change them

She can't explain Her mind of heavy storms and wild chaos
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Spring Time

She knew it was Spring
When the air alone danced along the trees
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I try to gather my thoughts in a single file
To safely land on paper
But they are not meant for such discipline
They are not meant to be sugar-coated
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He wished he knew sooner
To have noticed the stubborn intensity of denial
That effortlessly ran from his lips
Dedicated to catch up to the 'wishful thinker'
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I remember the freedom that used to dance along with your smile
The sweet cocophony of your laughter speeding through the air
In hopes of being heard by the stars
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Silent promises challenged Him through Her eyes
Lace petite... Revealing a banquet of delicacies
Godly!
As she lead the procession of His curious irises
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Sleep is that gentle sailing down a stream of nothingness
No dreams need to butt in
To make thee a pleasant journey
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You told me I was beautiful

When I was locked within my confinements of insecurities
But the river of your speech never correlated with your actions
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They were trapped in a box
A box that I thought I sealed heavily
With a monstrosity of reassurance bolted in
'I've moved on', boldly labeled at the rear
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The room lay still and dim
Scented candles a scattered crowd that granted
The Creamy walls with dancers of hues of gold
Who seductively swayed across the walls
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