From my heart, that is scarred

I hope this finds you well. I received the letters you sent me,the postman actually dropped them late last night,at a weird hour, after work hours, does that ring a bell? does that tell you something?   It should, only bad things happen in the darkness, the darkness you put me in, the darkness you … Continue reading From my heart, that is scarred

He

He has my papa's name And he vibes like a mama's boy The sound of him speak,is quite therapeutic to my mind. I talk a lot,maybe too much,But around him, I'm lost for words. My throat dries up,and it becomes a struggle to say the right words. But He makes it right, With that easy going … Continue reading He