Beauty And Wasted Poem by Goodenough Sakhile Dlamini

She has the eyes,
like Chinese
She has the smile that bring tears
She has lips of s small version
like a dove.
When she talk she remind me of an Angel,
Her voice remind me of keshia cole.


When she come along
without saying anything
you can smile for her.
her body structure activate the feelings.
If she can ask something you can get it for her.
So unfortunate she is in alcohol

Like hell, she drinks beer
like waters...
She drinks brandy like 100% fruit juice.
I don't want to say she is an alcoholic
But she will act weird after she got drunk
She got wasted and sing louder with jukebox
Playing Brandy human over and over.
Sometimes with tears in her eyes

Never know she was hurted inlove
Oh she remembers something she don't want to?
She is beautiful and wasted
By bottles of alcohol after
That cigarettes will follow
Minding my own businesses
Never to ask...
Asking myself and get confused
Remembering who I am never to bother myself.