Shall We?

Shall we end this war tonight, 

This cold battle of silence between us?

  

Shall we boldly unroll our banners of surrender in gentler breezes for which we both long to breathe? 

No words are more strong than those spoken in hunger 

by proud, starving mouths of wounded eagles. 

  

No soldier has ever regarded my scars with disdain. 

Likewise I will hold no blade to your own. 

Every star that bleeds from your stigmata is a guiding light to your cross so I might help you bear it. 

  

Shall we discuss the importance, yes, the human need 

to replace bad memories in the wake of good ones? 

With words unspoken, we will never be open, unless we...

Take our bloodied bandages and turn them into flags of glory. 

Take shrapnel from the soul and create a solid ring of love. 

I've never believed in heaven, but it feels like I'm close when I'm with you.

  

Not all angels speak with the same tongue of flame. 

Teach me your language so I may understand 

just where you’ve been, where you wish to go, 

and spread fires of passion as I speak to your skin. 

Destroying each fibre you hide from me,to repair the parts you lost in battle. 

  

Sleep if you must when the night’s yawn grows. 

You’ve earned your peace and soft nightingale is near 

to sing in your ear her secrets as you dream. 

Filled with clarity...

I will be here to  protect your dreams in the evening,  

& guard your hopes in the morning. 

  

When breaks the dawn shall we hike to open field 

where stretches an oak from which two lovers once hung? 

A resemblance that one can love and lose.

The woman took her life when he went off to war. 

He returned years later and in grief did the same. 

The pain consumed him as the realisation, that the love he once had will never be found again.

  

Shall we turn a new leaf on that same old branch 

as I take you to heart and lay every secret,

Breaking down the walls which condemn us, to see the good in people.

Unknown to the night, making love in stark light, 

to your scars and your birthmarks beneath the aged tree? 

Shall we carve our name on the tree so we can return at a later time in life? 

Just to try this love thing again.

  

If your answer be a most heartfelt "yes", 

so I with honour agree. 

  

Shall we begin?

Let's Run

Just run with me

Let's take a journey that you've been yearning for. Promises will be made,feelings will develop. Emotions will spiral out of control.

take my hand and lets disappear into the night.

Where there is no light, so we ignite the flame. From the friction we caused, which brought back the pieces of our soul we lost, In search of the light.

lets never close our eyes and dream with them wide open.

So reality can set in that the moments which feel temporary like forever. 

So we allow our hearts to draw the map of our adventure, our minds playing tricks on us. There is no treasure to be found together. Things won't last. Praying that our hearts can create a map, where things are temporary so this forever can last.

because tonight my eyes are closed, my hands hold you tight.

My soul yearns for yours to never let go of the touch you possess over it.

so please... Just run with me..

Let's turn this adventure that leads to the connection we have built under the stars. Into something which makes y(our) heart run at the same pace as mine.

Written by Thube(@Twobear_) and myself, Bongz. 

These Two hands

There are changes in the weather 

that lives in my eyes; 

we will experience a high chance of storm 

but still, 

the sun will shine. 

The sun will shine where your soul has hidden away from for sometime. 

These hands are our shelter 

delicate, but firm 

the lines tell you stories of all you could live for, 

and how we could grow to learn them like the map of our universe. 

For now, you have gone astray, 

like a leaf amidst the wind, spiralling out of reach, 

and I only hope you will not forget the contours of these fingers, 

these cuticles that don’t quite fit around the nails 

from bad habits that cannot be broken. 

I forgave the tornado, 

when I learnt its ways and learnt to appreciate 

the beauty of destruction; 

I looked in, I sat in the centre of the tornado 

and heard its hum, 

calm and peaceful amongst the forces that churned and unwound. 

These hands are still your shelter by the way 

no matter which way you wish to run 

and the paths will hopefully 

lead you to where you wish to be held again. 

these hands are shaking tremendously, but they will still carry you 

and still do their best, 

to catch rain.

Still See Her

I still see her everyday.
It's been a long time since we last talked,
But I don't think she has changed.
She still has the same smile that makes me oh so nervous,
And those eyes,
Man Oh man,
Those beautiful brown eyes,
That you can, so easily, get lost in.
She still has those cute cheeks that make you want to squish them when you see them,
And those hands,
That make you want to hold tight and never let go.
Those lips,
God those lips.
A hue of pink,
so luscious,
Tempting me to just kiss her.
But everytime I see her I have to look away,
Because, deep down, I know that she's moved on,
And even though my feelings for her haven't changed,
I know she's better off without me anyway...

Just that 'something' about Love

Love 

I slept in pain while drenched in it once. 

It caressed me silently, 

I thought that's it. 

I loved sadness, only when I bled though. 

Bled the love, I thought I had... We had.

Love 

I'm sure I've felt it before, 

once or maybe twice, maybe more.

It's nothing much, but it was quite nice. 

Infact it was only nice, when shared with you. 

Simply all these strange butterflies. 

The kind that are forever flattering by. 

Love...

Its the beauty thats in the chase of it. 

Love...

Its the beauty that is our saving Grace. 

Once you catch up to this fabled love. 

It's more about commitment, dedication, communication and drive. 

That's how I lost what I think was love I guess. 

I found it before I knew that... 

Love 

I hate that you cut so hard... 

Timeless thoughts of you and I. 

Fading, in an inexplicable yet blissful memory.

I Like my Coffee Black

Stirring my sugar into it, 

Is the first vision I have of you, 

As we sat sipping in the morning, 

And the taste of your lips, 

That still lingers, 

Months later. 

Creamy milk mixed in becomes, 

The liquid chocolate your skin comprises of, 

It still brings tingling to mine, 

And is a memory, 

That delights my eyes, 

Months later. 

Months later, 

Still, 

Heartache, 

Heartbreak, 

Hurt, 

Regret. 

In lament, 

I like my coffee black

I am Called True Love

I have lived for millions of years 

I am not in a specific place but rather everywhere 

I live but at the same time I don't exist 

I am that feeling that makes everyone unable to resist 

people named me Aphrodite or cupid no matter what 

they called me, my real name was always True Love...

Some people said it was bestowed upon me from above 

but thats not the case I have always been deep inside 

your emotions. 

Some people lose their minds 

for I am that one feeling that makes you stare,  

I make you want to forever care.

But I am also blamed for people's despair 

Apparently, I am never fair.

Sometimes I come along 

when either I am not wanted or belong 

I can make the weakest people out of the strong, 

their feelings are what is at stake...

Most of the time I'm blamed for Causing heart breaks 

I am not bad nor good, I am just me!

People have no idea what to do or believe 

when I come for most times they feel deceived, 

they feel betrayed, 

all alone and afraid,

to love once more.

But even if I'm not wanted I'm forever there 

some people don't want me but they must accept me

for I cause something they can't escape its called lust... 

I constantly stir inside of you causing a fuss 

I can easily cause happiness or sadness 

sometimes drive people into incredible madness...

I don't create your future, only you do 

I just open a door for you 

thats filled with possibilities! 

It's you who decides what happens next 

I must warn you, however, 

That you have to be careful with your step 

Because I can cause immense joy or horrendous regret 

I can fill you with love or cause terrible sorrow 

but without me you are but just hollow 

my name will always be known 

for I am called true love

Happy Souls

This is no ordinary romance, 

Initially, it won't be plain sailing, 

But forever becoming better, 

Just how courtship should be. 

We choose 

To walk slowly together, 

for the longest yet most fulfilling journey, 

taking in the views , 

And exhaling 

The most beautiful moments 

all experienced hand in hand, 

getting to know one other, 

feeling safe and content, 

happy in our souls and our hearts, 

But this is perfect, 

with you, 

it's always imperfectly perfect, 

we've already given much, 

Safe to say, shown more than many would 

or ever do in there courtship rituals. 

Our choices are limited, 

That's just the way it is, 

The way it's supposed to be. 

Love moves through from a distance, 

stripping us completely down 

With bare bones on display, 

pledging our all to each other... 

I do... we do again and again! 

Limited they might be 

but with you, 

this way feels perfect. 

I believe this is how it should be for all 

those that find themselves 

possibly falling deeply in love, 

slow steps should be taken, 

to get to grips with those feelings, 

yours and theirs as well, 

after all, 

it is forever that love is desired for two, 

not adolescent short lived flings for one. 

True love never requires a bed of roses on which to lay, 

just a voice in the dark whispering softly and honestly;

"I love you."

A Love Paralysis

I can only give but little detail, 

Because there aren't words which can describe how I feel. 

My affection for her grows stronger by the second. 

I want her so much that, sometimes it hurts, 

And so much more. 

All I can do is think only of her, 

No other thoughts really cloud my mind, 

Only images of her flow through my mind. 

And as I gaze upon her beauty, 

I find myself blessed & cursed with love paralysis. 

My heart stops and begins to ache, 

My blood boils, 

My stomach becomes tied in a knot, 

And my body starts to shake. 

I may be in love, this doesn't feel like a mistake. 

Everyday is a gift to me

Because I always wake up to her. 

Though she may not be at my side, 

It feels as if she is. 

I long for the day, I can feel her warm embrace, 

And bestow upon her.... The Greatest Kiss