Thato Maluleka Poems
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The Purpose Of My Propose
The smell of roses, dwell forever in memories of me proposing. I held it in my hand, when you opened the door, it was the first thing you saw.
I saw a teardropp rush down from your eye to your chin, complimented by your smile, and before it dropped… I could tell it was a tear of joy.
Bags fell down from your hands for you to reach for me. Before you burst into tears I remember you whispering in my ear so soft, so clear, so beautiful “YES”.
Before I could open my mouth, I felt your lips against mine, your kiss so divine. And then you said: “How Glad I Am That You Are Mine…”
Estranged changes, Monumental experiences, The conquering of love is the instrument of understanding life.
My words cannot change the world’s current state. We inhale poisonous thoughts, exhale hope, and halt because, we want more than what is given.
Have you thought of how things are different yet similar, your touch familiar with continuous white lies, what’s mine not yours and sometimes yours what is not mine.
You see my mind is engraved in the past,