Treasure Island

Bongo Beno Kabingesi

(13/09/1994 / Mthatha, Eastern Cape, South Africa)

Her Happy


Her happy hurts
Her sad silences
Her groans grow
With every light her eyes glow
Her cry creates
Her sigh sedates
Her tipped taste
Of the love I made urgent with haste

Her happy hurts
Her sad sighs
Her fire feels
The perception of death is that it's never real
Her queries quote
Her failure frees
Her vision votes
With a fist that lifts the chairs and ignores the ropes

Her happy hurts
Her sad sings
Her love lives.
It breathes
It feels
I feel it
I hold it
Or else I simply be
Combine the two I become the life she loves when she's with me

Her real is raw.

Submitted: Monday, May 19, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, May 20, 2014

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Topic(s): love and art

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5th from A-wake. I hope you all make it.

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