I gave you my all
Including the key to my heart made of rocks
You were this sweet girl every guy dreamed of
And every girl admired
You were as pure as gold.
Your giggle tickled me.
Your voice healed every inch of my painful body.
You were rare, a flower only found in Kalahari dessert.
Little did I know the real you
Time flew by and you couldn’t hide your true self any longer
A walking nightmare dressed in a saint
You left visible scars, left me high and dry
You fled with the key into my heart, to think that I will ever love…
You were the contaminator, a dark cloud holding nothing but flood.
Your name became bitter.
You cleaned my flat, at the middle of the month.
Uhambile juba, bayongichuthela wena phambili