You expect me to continue whilst you make as if nothing is wrong
Emptiness is killing me when I know that we are not getting along.
Your mind games is disruptive, have no energy to pursue your game
Your absence leaves me hollow; I am like a picture without a frame.
Your path of destruction is obvious when look at the damages you have done
Your pride yourself is starting everything, then leave when the winds are gone.
You were the reason I woke up and breath, you were everything I lived for and more
Were the reasons why I’ll do love questionnaires and take the time to check my score.
You were the only ingredient I needed to ensure that my life’s recipe was complete
You were my bitter when I needed it, the syrup on my pancakes . . . oh so sweet!
I carried you on a silver platter and protected you against the wrongs of this life
Like with a postmortem you have disfigured me and you did it with a blunt knife.
You have taken all that is good in me and turned it into a dessert with no water in sight
You have taken my believe in true love and shaken it, darkness has taken over the light.
It is sad to know I am writing, I am writing about the one I should actually try and forget
Although my soul is back in the stone-age, after this you’ll never ever again be a threat.
In South Africa today security plays a vital part in any business or private home. This book and the volumes to follow, will guide you step by step through the essential precautionary measures to be taken in protecting your family and valuables. From employing security guards, evacuation of your site and security measures to burglar bars and alarms in your private home.
a Book compiled by me from experience gained after 10 years in the security industry as Industrial relations officer with Nosa qualifications, 1st Aid, fire protection and also S.O.B. grade A.
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