Sometimes in a mere moment




Sometimes in a mere moment i miss you more than I've ever missed you,
i crave you more than an introvert needs coke,
more than a virgin needs the poke,
more than Jacob Zuma needs Grade 5
more than 5 is alive,
more than a bee visits it's hive,
more than a criminal needs to hide,
more than a secret is to confide,
But i won't pick up the phone because of pride,
both yours and mine.

Sometimes in a mere moment your eyes symbolize
every way in which i empathize 
your loss of me,
because i am the epitome of happy.
My love for you reigns free,
through the veins of false victory,
opportunities desist then seize,
because i know you're still dreaming of me.


Some time in a mere moment you became a figment of my past,
a love that was supposed to last,
the season changed but it's still overcast,
the build up before it's time to break the fast,
that's why every time i blink i see stars,
and why every time i see you i want to escape to mars,
you are to me what a wheel is to a car,
but this time i think we may have taken it  way too far. 


                                








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