Autumn Breeze

#3 | Heartbreak in Hatfield

Once you let me in, can I place my lips on your brown skin, babe?
Feel the autumn breeze on your skin and realise that true love lies within.
I cannot give you the world, but I could pour you a glass of my favourite bottle of red wine.
These conversations between you and I could start feeling mellow with every glass of Merlot.
I remember the first day I saw you and before I could even say a word, you had me at “Hello”.
Lay your feet on warm wooden floors and allow me to show you why you’re the one that I adore.
I need peace of mind before my mind ends up in pieces because I can no longer stand being alone.
As of late, these conversations are starting to feel a lot more like interviews.
So dive into the depths of my heart and mind and get a glimpse of my inner views.

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Her Aura

#2 | Heartbreak in Hatfield

I saw you, without all the things that the media had convinced every girl to have just so she can look and feel beautiful.
You may not love poetry but I love how you always become a poem for me.
You are simply amazing; the pulchritude in your presence has liberated me.
Through nights of pain I found love and through love I managed to find myself.
I found myself yearning to appreciate you even more than the day before.
Curves, edges and perfect imperfections – you possess an intriguing allure.
My feelings are genuine so please disregard what you hear in the corridors.
I want to hold you in my arms until you remember what happiness feels like.
Lay your feet on warm concrete floors while my hands gradually explore every single contour.
I am obsessed with the curves of your lips and how gently they are always able to hold my smile.
The weather hasn’t been the same ever since the sun decided to impersonate the warmth of your aura.
Your eyes change colour when you smile and I can see everything especially the reflection of your love.
So many cold autumn nights have come and gone but I still have a desire to feel your warmth once again.
I saw you, without all the things that the media had convinced every woman to have just so she can look and feel beautiful.

Too Many Days Since February

#1 | Heartbreak in Hatfield

You left me hanging like Da Vinci’s paintings on the walls of the Louvre.
But I could never manage to transform my heartbreak into a masterpiece.
I need good wine, good friends and music by Solange, Emeli Sandé and Floetry.
I need to know that love and freedom are in my life even when there’s pain and heartbreak in my eyes.
I took the bus from the CBD all the way to Hatfield just to free my mind and get some loving from you.
Let’s listen to our favourite songs while we reminisce about the love and happiness that we’ll never get back.
Happiness is an elusive feeling and I have been numb to it for some time now.
You know how depression, loneliness and heartbreak fit me well like a glove.
It has been a while since I’ve heard from you, too many days since February.
Too many days since I’ve been patiently waiting so I had to give up eventually.
I took the bus from the CBD all the way to Hatfield just to see you every Wednesday morning.
Every Wednesday morning, I was mourning the deaths of loved ones by celebrating the gift of life.
Too many days since February, I’ve been waiting for you to come and find me.
No amount of morphine could ever ease my pain, I am just trying to feel and find love again.
I took an Uber from the CBD all the way to Hatfield just to free my mind and get some loving from you.
Let’s listen to our favourite songs while we reminisce about the love and happiness that we’ll never get back.

Cold Autumn Nights

Stay.
So many cold autumn nights have come and gone but I still have a desire to feel your warmth once again.
I tried to pull out but the warmth of your love got the best of me, I was in too deep like Omar Epps or Daniel Daley.
Water keeps dripping like a faucet and I’m just trying to quench my thirst while trying to stay ready.
Are you going to meet me there or are you ready and willing to come first?
You have the ocean between your thick thighs and I want to drown in the depths of you.
Every dimple, freckle, scar and stretch mark has been precisely positioned and perfectly placed on your skin.
I’ll provide you with enough milk and honey until the honeymoon phase phases out.
It’ll be dripping all over your brown skin, from your lips all the way down to your hips.
Love, I want to be clothed in nothing but the beauty and nakedness of your requited love.
Love may slip from your lips and drip down your chin but I never want our beautiful melody to become staccato.
I’ll be your poet in a world that’s still acquainting itself with all the writers of exquisite literature.
I tried to pull out but the warmth of your body got the best of me, I was in too deep like Daniel Daley.
Water keeps dripping like a faucet and I’m just trying to quench my thirst and then catch my breath.
You have the ocean between your thick thighs and every night I keep on swimming back into the depths of you.
So many cold autumn nights have come and gone but I still have a desire to feel your warmth once again.
We are both in too deep and neither one of us wants to pull out.
Stay.

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Gautrain Rides

I am reminded of gravity every time I get my hopes up.
I always manage to let myself down or someone else beats me to it.
Time is a luxury I cannot afford like the Richard Mille watch that Rafael Nadal or Wayde van Niekerk have.
I rode the Gautrain from Pretoria all the way to Rhodesfield just to get some peace of mind.
All this time I’ve been writing melancholic poetry and hoarding memories like there’s a black hole I’m trying to fill.
Excuse my emotions and all my sporadic outbursts – there’s a lot of love, pain and heartbreak I’m trying to feel.
Most of my friends are getting engaged, having beautiful kids, acquiring diplomas and degrees or just chasing dreams.
Give me a muse, a bottle of exquisite wine accompanied with unforgettable memories and a lot of sin.
But I’m searching for more than just a new lust and a temporary lover so where should we begin?
My family unintentionally tried to delay my dreams in hopes that they could live vicariously through me.
Most of my friends are getting married, having beautiful kids, acquiring diplomas and degrees or just chasing dreams.
But as the sun sets on the horizon of my dreams, I realise that reality is not as beautiful as it always seems.
Because time is a luxury I cannot afford like the Richard Mille watch that Wayde van Niekerk has.
I rode the Gautrain from Rhodesfield all the way back to Pretoria just to get some peace of mind.

https://kaleidoscopeprhyme.wordpress.com/2018/05/28/gautrain-rides/

Hatfield Heartbreak

I’ll be gone by the time you read this, I loved you but you couldn’t see it.
Break my heart and slowly slit my wrists before this love ever tries to kill me.
This is the part where the story begins or maybe where the beginning ends.
We traded in our lives for religion, this is a sinner’s redemption and you’ve been flying kites like Amir.
Did I not deserve the kind of love and happiness that I have been consistently writing about?
I yearn for a reality worth dreaming about, but lately my heart has been paralysed by doubt.
Time is expensive like a Richard Mille watch but every minute I spent with you was worth it.
It hurts me to say, that no matter what you say or do, I’ll always be by your side pulling you through.
I’ve been feeling hollow, I’ve been feeling pain while trying to let go of memories of the past.
I’ve realised that reality is not as beautiful as it seems as soon as the sun set on the horizon of my dreams.
You settled for a takeaway when you could’ve had the world on a silver platter.
Now that you’ve left, I realised how you were right when you said that I deserve better.
But I’m uncertain of how to feel about the heartbreak I once felt a while ago in Hatfield.

https://kaleidoscopeprhyme.wordpress.com/2018/05/20/hatfield-heartbreak/

Autumn Afternoons

I want to hold her in my arms until she forgets what loneliness feels like.
I want to hold her heart like the lonely autumn trees hold the fragility of clinging leaves.
The traces of my lips on her skin reach deep inside her soul and transform an abandoned house into a loving home.
The weather hasn’t been the same ever since the sun decided to impersonate the warmth of her aura.
It doesn’t matter which book I’m reading; her body will always be the scripture that my hands believe in.
I found myself longing to love and appreciate her with the kind of passion she’s never felt before.
Loving her is like looking at a shattered mirror and clearly seeing every bit of the broken reflection.
The weather hasn’t been the same ever since the sun decided to impersonate the warmth of her aura.
It doesn’t matter which book I’ll be reading; her love will always be the scripture that my heart believes in.
I want to hold her in my arms until she remembers what happiness feels like.

https://kaleidoscopeprhyme.wordpress.com/2018/05/16/autumn-afternoons/