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»To Be Rightfully Mine In Time«

by Lerato Jahder Mollomabina, January 18, 2019

I know, I want to make you mine forever.
I know, Waking up next to you temporarily tortures.
I know, Walking with your hand in mine is limited.

Saying I love you is our daily food.
Are you really mine though?
I’m starving
The craving opportunity to be each other presence.
The butterflies at your glance
It is reincarnation because I seem to have loved you before.

I know our love is borrowed.
I know our love is real
I know we will be alright.

Deep down I know
I know you are meant to be mine, and
I know I was made to be yours.

Written: January 2019
Tags: Desire Hope Love Relationships Sad

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