Mamello Maholela

Rookie (1997-12-16)

My 1st Weekend - Poem by Mamello Maholela

It was cold
I felt like such a bore.
I don't mean to sound bold
But my life is so hard core.

Phone filled with air time
Clock ticking to the right time.
Dialing 074
That's the number of the one I adore.

Kneeling down, saying my prayers
Asking the Lord oh so gracious.
Heavenly Lord so full of grace
Bless my boyfriends little face.

With my eyes closed
Tears dropping like melted ice.
Bless his little hair that curls
And keeps him safe from other girls.

Dear Lord he's good.
Bless the tears that I have shared
Alone at home, on my bed.

Lord I love him, please don't tell
But if mom finds out, well well well.
He has his faults I cannot lie
But bless him Lord, he is just a guy.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 21, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, September 21, 2012

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