The plea of an aching heart, longing to be heldA Poem by Sibusiso Xtdo Gama
Why would a baby hold on to a teddy bear?
Why do people appreciate hugs? Post this poem... What my eyes has never seen, My hands will hold, Of what I've never witnessed, stories will be told, Too many fragile and vacant hearts, But less honest hands to hold. Yet too many sweethearts that remain bold, Lets grow in love, The story of broken hearts is old, Embrace those hearts, outside it is cold. We all wanna be held tight and polished like gold Whether it be by , Lovers, family or acquaintances. The son of Maria included! © 2014 Sibusiso Xtdo GamaReviews
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3 Reviews Added on June 28, 2014 Last Updated on June 28, 2014 AuthorSibusiso Xtdo Gamajohannesburg, SC, South AfricaAboutMy FaCeBoOK Profile: Sibusiso Xtdo Gama | Create Your Badge My Artistic Page: Sibusiso_Xtdo_Gama | Promote Your Page Too My Organisation: Faculty of BEST Advisory "Gauten.. more..Writing
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