21 And Rising
my words fill in blank memories,
while images of you stay fresh like ocean air—
weaved in my soul like the braids of my hair.
an addict of wrong addictions,
but so sweet is the taste
until you discover—life comes un-laced.
twenty-one and rising:
you were the only love I didn't borrow
kiss me now for I know of no tomorrow.
lost souls are but shooting stars;
I wish I may, I wish I might—
with two black freckles turned to the night.
two decades plus one
and to be a lover was my only care,
when in fact, it's the impossible I ...
You cannot make people see evil
even if you blaze it from a 10,000
volt football stage.
It’s not as defined as in the books
we read growing up. It’s hidden,
out of view—operates behind closed doors
After gaining the approval in the public
Eye. And the truthful ones are silenced.