Lesego Tsiu

(14 September 1993 / Bothaville, Free State South Africa)

Bojosi Skhejane


You touched so many people's lives,
To us your smile brought a new light,
You were so much in your short life.

No one will forget your smile,
And for me i could always spot you from a mile,
You were trully a friend of mine.

So many eyes filled with tears,
Hope this could be a dream,
Hoping one day we'll be awake and you'd still be here.

Your death came so unexpected,
Still shocked with no condolence,
Is it april fool yet,
Cause this feels like a prank.

You were a true friend,
A helping hand,
You were heaven sent,
Return If Possible my friend
R.I.P Bojosi Josman Skhejane

Submitted: Monday, March 03, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 04, 2014

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