She dreamt she was infinitely bright with eyes gazing at her sight.
A meteorite igniting colours we cannot recite.
She’s a beam of light,
a star of the night.
Aware her shine is the main appeal,
her final show seems to be for our delight.
In her prime,
indeed I chime,
so divine…
Her dream was a sign.
She is a star we cannot deny.
LE. Lengane.
A wound that bleeds, unable to heal.
He desturbs her peace and cannot love her the way she needs.
making use of her whichever way he please.
She cannot sigh relief for she knows her heart is in need, she continues to bleed.
She looks for love on his bed of thorns, unaware that his “love” is anything from what she needs.
His nonchalant surface appealing to her rareview mirrors.
Smudged is her sight by his mere exterior.
She continues to bleed, unable to heal.
LE. Lengane.
Can you love my soul and what it stands for without bypass my credence?
Can you enjoy my mind without being fooled by the ideals some want to place on me?
Can you merit my knowledge and applaud my substance without questioning its source?
Can you appreciate my heart without making a mockery of the intensity in which it beats?
Can you see the significance of my body without trying to lesson its value by oversexualisng me?
Can you value me as a whole without casting parts of me away?
Can you see my significance?
LE. Lengane.
Amazed by the far stretching earthly architectural scape
gazing from inside her bubble of insecurity.
A blazing beauty yet she is the one to extinguished her flame
Unnecessarily…
She dilutes her substance to appear tasteful to those who lack the capacity to love her right.
An emotional maze rapidly sculptured a sturdy wall around her heart.
One can only hope she feels the warmth her in depth beauty births.
Amazed we are to see how your flame wishes to be set free.
Awaiting for you to retire the fire extinguisher.
L.E Lengane.
Only stars to guide our way,
flickering as if they were our audience.
The moon seemingly smile down on us, as if we got approval from our Father above.
Witnessing the love we share while we faulter in our pace.
Nearer; our destination up ahead, yet no urgency to departure.
Deeply submerged in this love, a memory created with the stars above.
LE. Lengane.
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