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Poem "Thinking about you":
- written October 2009
- published November 4, 2009
- viewed 20 times

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»Thinking about you«

by Happy Mhlongo

Thinking about you stranger love
Who I felt through the phone.
The love that I doubt it'll work.
Painting your pictures in my face
Trying to get you close to me and
Molding you and telling each other's deepest secret.
Fooling myself "you're the one to chance my life".
How strange is that I don't know you.
But I knew a lot about you, you told me and same I felt

Who are you?
Are you really who I thought you are/
At least love has finally conquered me.
But through the phone! Only hearing your voice
And listening to your advice
Made me think about you a lot.
But you, I hope you're not playing with my feelings
The world is too small, let us meet

Before we take and forever walk away.
Let us strive for what we want.
Thinking about you made me love something I don't.
Made me love again when I don't want to
And made me want to live.
Thinking about you made me love you.
Your voice in my ears, guiding me, made me
Your messages, advising me, changed me.
Thinking about you, made me sacrifice my life.
And send myself to God as you always said.
"Us to meet, you must be Born-again"
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  •  Kelebogile Mathebula: "i suppose words come to live when we see the mouth behind the voice....lets see if they merge.."