Why!
Why is everyone I know so broken?
They are holding on to expired love tokens
the days and nights her previous crumpled her's aside
Sat her down with a hefty pound.
Am I a magnet to love that turns to gray?
To feelings turning the tide,
and hearts stumbling away?
Will they ever be free
from past moments shared and cherished?
Do I really have to see past the eye?
Mend and nature their broken hearts?
While the next better man,
Tears them in pieces apart?
don't term it a calling
I can't be the middle man falling
Like a river bound to its doom
Am sure to run dry.
to this quest, well I bid goodbye.
Siphesihle Moses Shabangu
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