Hey what can I say, born and bred in South Africa. My friends think my poems are wicked so I thought I would let my contemporary's read and let me know what they think. |
We tend to love what hurts us most
We seem to relish the joy of hurt...
As I sit here
Thoughts flowing freely...
How does one show signs of maturity?
Is it in our thoughts...
Hearts of Stone
Solid...
I seem to have this problem with the unobtainable.
I desire yet someone else has her...
There is no way to describe you!
I have neither the wit...
Two beats of Hormones
Prowling the Arena...