Lost Lover Poem by Lewis DaLyricist

Lost lover

I'd never thought that me
and my pen
and paper,
We'll come up to this far
to write for you a poetry
letter,
Oh sorry I didnt meant Poet's tree,
l guess that's sounds better.

Please fax me my rare treasure,
I know
It's Wednesday tomorrow and,
Since my phone has lost a button to press on,
A red key to hang on,
I'd need somebody to fax
me a keyboard so that I could
Dial
And call 'Khumbul'ekhaya.

I need your help
in finding for me,
My rare treasure
cause she's been gone for many
weeks,
If you can't help me
on this one.
I think
it will seem more
impossible for me to
turn success as a keyboard so that I could enter it's button.
Since my phone has lost a button to press on,
And a red key to hang on,
As life changes directions
and dimensions.

If this letter has gone
missing,
Please dear reader
when you find it
send this letter to the right hands.
Oh sorry I meant Khumbul'ekhaya.

If you feel like my poetry lines
bores you,
You better inbox this letter by
private bag,
Oh Sorry I made no sense,
I meant to say send
it back privately via inbox.
And tell me face to face
like "face" book.
Oh sorry I meant Facebook me.

If you don't wanna help me
Khumbul'ekhaya,
I'd respect your "comment"
Even if you'd tell me to quit poetry
and do politics
like Juju Malema
not to mention that uHelen uZile.
Since my poetry title
came out of the blue
like I left DA
instead of heavenly sky.

I hope my request will be heard
one day,
And my lines ends here.

From:

Lewis DaLyricist.

By: Lewis DaLyricist

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