That sweet song you sang
With you I dosed away
Sweet words Got to me
Sharp knives of pleasure
Cut through my heart
Didn't Understand my tears
Like birds I was happy
With guitars I danced
Poor heart was filled
Looking at you was peace
Each day with smiles
Looking up for your face
Promised true sensation
Driving to the fields
Where no human exist
True intoxications of lust
Losing my hand at your smile
Looking at you was peace
Words that drunken my eyes
Falling was easy, as child play
With games laughing until sunrise
Not sure but I figured
Looking at you was peace.
Slondile Dlamini
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