Treasure Island

Your Pusha


Vivid Dream


You try to convince yourself that what you want is not what you need.
That your memories of what was wasn't and will never ever be.
That in you mind you remember what your heart wants it to be.
That what you felt was not true but perhaps just a vivid dream.
Because if what was then was, then you wouldn't have left me.
If true love is that love then there wouldn't you without me.

Submitted: Thursday, June 27, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 27, 2013

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  • Siyabonga a Nxumalo (6/29/2013 12:59:00 AM)

    I can feel your pain in this poem, maybe that special someone made a mistake and left maybe one day, just maybe that someone will realize that mistake and come back to you. But just maybe you weren't made for each other.
    Siya_! ! (Report) Reply

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