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Poems Sort of
Poems Sort of
Just know that, a person will always show you their side that they want you to know.
Just because I know my name, doesn’t mean that I know your story.
Just because your face looks familiar doesn’t mean I know you.
Just because I can see your smile, doesn’t mean you’re truly happy.
That…
Yes I know.
Sengifundile ukuthi abo “bengithi noma ngithi noma mina ngazi ukuthi noma bengizwe kuthiwa”
Ngike ngithi ke mina, ungabothemba muntu ngempela ngoba kwalona lelotshe liyosuswa umuntu lo
okumele ungamuthembi vele.
Ukwazi ukungenza isilima wangitshengisa into ekungeyona, ngithi uwena kanti akuwena.
Ngisasho namanje,
Bengithi Ngiyakwazi.
WHAT’S THE POINT?
Am I on some mission that that I don’t know and will never know about?
What’s the point of living if you always feel like you’re never meant to be happy?
What’s the point of loving someone who doesn’t love you back?
To be honest, what’s the point of even feeling something for that person?
What’s the point of waking up in the morning but you wish it was dark outside already because you ain’t
feeling right and you don’t know how to feel right?
Because at this point I don’t even know what’s going on? What’s going off?
You’re trying to prove a point that I don’t even know where it’s pointing,
You can try to prove the point but I don’t care about that,