Lwethu
The first time I ever laid my eyes on you, my jaw was instantly introduced to the floor.
The sight of this angel that I saw before me, made me miss a step.
As a result, I tripped and fell face first into some feelings.
Feelings I’ve never had before, but thoroughly enjoyed how it felt when they rubbed softly against my skin.
Bandile
Perhaps this poem will sound like a graveyard of my feelings because back then I never got the chance to write an obituary to the love i had for you.
I wish my poem could be three years long so I could go back there.
Grab you by your hand and tell you how your smile toured me to space
Your eyes were like glass.
And your feet grew lips and whispered sweet nothings to me.
I just can't bring to life the aura that came like a swash, undertook my confidence and I fell for you.
You hadn't uttered a single word to me.
For God's sake you hadn't made me listen to the Orchestral band inside your mouth.
And your teeth,looked like gates of heaven.
A place I've been fantasizing about.
Lwethu
Before meeting you, I always made sure to never trip and fall in the presence of a beautiful woman, lest I fall into some feelings.
I always make sure to never catch feelings and that’s why I tried to swiftly brush them off, immediately after you left.
Seems like you left your finger prints all over my heart, because I could swear that after you left, I caught cupid, dancing around it.
These feelings that I fell into, seem to have stuck to me like glue.
I guess that’s why you’re stuck to my mind.
Vanessa is what your parents named you, right?
Right now I’m contemplating about what needs to be done and what this means for me.
This is a whole new thing for me.
I always manage to brush off any feelings that stick onto my robes and heart, without any problems.
These feelings that I have caught for you however, voluptuous Vanessa, are quite persistent.
I think maybe cupid has shot me straight in the heart, with his bow and arrow and that’s why these feelings refuse to go away.
Cupid must be playing some kind of twisted game, because, normally I’m not one to easily trip and fall into some feelings.
I have this warm tingling sensation in my stomach, sort of like there’s butterflies in there.
Bandile
Perhaps you felt the same way,
Maybe my poetry changed to a ball and danced inside your chest whenever the teachers asked to me to recite
But then, you forgot about me
Maybe you miss me,
How we'd flirt in front of your boyfriend and blush for me instead of him
Some days you'd turn into a feine, I'll come ask for more
But truth is, I was afraid to speak
And you couldn't break society's rule and make the first move.
I always envisioned how I'd kiss you five times a day.
I bet your boyfriend barely compliments you like I used to.
I bet he kisses you once___in a week.
But he won cause he did something I couldn't do.
He told you how he felt,even if it wasn't the truth.
Something I couldn't do.
I'm just a foolish dude
That's the cold truth
Lwethu
Could it be that cupid has chosen to make me his next victim?
Could this be one of those rare cases of true love at first sight?
Or could it be another severe case of infatuation, mistaken for true love?
Only time will tell, I guess.
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