My tongue gets tied at thethought of trust and troubletumbling together in turmoil.
I’ve written about GodSpeed at length on this blog (see here, here, and here). So I’m…
Is it love?
Or is it real?
My melanin has hell in it,
I heard them say.
My music is pure foolishness;
they always pay.
An apparition from a past affair.
A fantasy of phantoms
You’re a perfect mystery. An imperfect masterpiece, missing an important puzzle piece.
Do you see my torment and regrets in places buried deep?