LOVE_AND HATE_ Lyle Ashwyn Holland

Rookie (22-JUNE-1989 / RIVERLEA, JOHANNESBERG, South Africa)

'Just Last Year'


I was sitting in fear_
Just last year,
You weren't even near_

I remember it like yesterday,
But we can spend a year in a day_
I'll never forget every word you say,
So the memories will forever stay_

Maybe by tomorrow I'll have resolutions.
Because the shape of my heart, had no resolution_
And if my sorrows become my execution,
Then all my enemies will have their revolution_

The world revolves,
And these words dissolve,
Family members involved,
With every riddle unsolved_

If this year should pass.
And my time comes,
Then Away I shall pass...
Onto my grave with grades to pass.
Like a spade, pass it to the next hand.
That won't dig up my past.
So Let the hate not last_

Celebration, education,
And more fulfilled prophecies of revelations.
Evaluation, emancipation,
A new world order and the end of a nation.
Its no animation, or fabrication,
Give your life to God with no hesitation.

I swear...
Just last year,
I wanted to disappear_
I swear...
Every next year,
I'll be better when I'm here.

Submitted: Monday, November 11, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 11, 2013

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