I'm bleeding darling
my undecided destiny
unbecoming dreams and
delayed fortunes
Through the back alley
i fled away, i will not be
seeing your lazy morning
smiles; i fled with my
sack of myriad promises
though my bleeding heart is
readily missing in vain, i
must disappear without a knowing soul.
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Short, simple and magnificent. The trick is not lose hope no matter what, keep on keeping on until God answers your prayers. They say everything happens when its time has arrived, if you still struggling it means your times has not arrived yet.. Just wait for your and work hard to prepare for that time, isiphetho sibalulekile kunesiqalo. Loved the poem. Siya_! !