The Cry From a Ghetto's Heart | Page 48

THINKING FOR A MOMENT

I KEEP SPENDING MY MOMENTS AT HOME ALONE,

AWAITING A RING OF THE PHONE FOR HER TO SAY HONEY, "I’LL BE HOME."

KNOWING THAT HER THRONE AWAITS HER,

EVEN IF OUR LIVES ARE A BLURR, SHE STILL STURS UP EMOTIONS,

KEEPING ME OPEN LIKE LATE NITE CLUBS,

DESIRING EMBRACES AND HUGS,

PLAYFUL SHRUGGS AND PILLOW-FIGHTS,

EROTIC MOMENTS WITHOUT THE CANDLE LIGHTS,

BUT WE ARE STILL FOCUSED ON EACH OTHER,

BUT I CAN’T SAY I LOVE HER,

YOU SEE, MY BODY HAS BEEN DISECTED ALREADY,

MY HEART HAS BEEN INFECTED ALREADY,

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE DAYS OF GOING STEADY????????

FOR LOVE I SHOULD BE READY.............

BUT I’M NOT........

WHAT HAS TAKEN UP THE SPOT FOR LOVE...........?