Dying Inside Poem by Tumisang Ramarea

I remember in our innocent
Days. When mama sent
Us to buy matches. We would
Run to the tuckshop with nothing on my foot

My guitar string like chest
I would exhibit without a vest
Before you developed breasts
When you used to wear mini skirts

Then puberty corrupted our thinking
When I starting feeling
Attracted to you, yearning
To have you. You were already leaving

They say we are related somehow
But your body leaves me wow
All these years until now
Dying inside like a cow

All those losers breaking your heart
And the time we took part
In the research. They were hard
If our relation could be cut