Right here.
You can’t see it,
but there’s a
tiny cut,
horizontal across
my soul.
It intersects
another
slice at a
right angle.
Normally I’d
enjoy such
precision, but
this array
is more
disturbing
than
appealing,
And totally
unnecessary.
heavy hearted
heavy handed
heavy on the sauce
heavy stories on the
down low,
heavy eyes
break your soul
why’s everything have to
be so hard?
so heavy all the time?
wanta lighten up
but everything’s just so
heavy.
Peace, people.
When you call my name
my lonely heart holds its breath
afraid of loving.
So whisper the words
tell me you need me always
but don’t say my name.
for names hold power
as every lover knows
a twist in the gut.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 