31.8.12

I too get scared

When the veil of poetic words is removed
All that's left of me is a girl who fears the world as much as you do
Just a girl who wishes you never leave
A kasi girl whose English doesn't always flow,
that girl who sometimes loses her cool and speaks with that rural accent
Who sometimes forgets a word you might deem simple in an interview
A mere girl who has bruised knees that bear witness to her incessant pleas to the heavens to keep you out of harms' way
When all the words flee away from me and all that's left are sounds honouring silence,

all I am just a girl who prays that God conjures within you a soul that will love me amidst all my errs