Black Poetry : Unspoken

Desert Storm

Well-Known Member
REGISTERED MEMBER
Mar 31, 2001
1,661
29
Could you speak to me clearly?
Or dare to speak and utter when you are weak
The things unspoken
The words unborn to the atmosphere
The knowing of your facial emotions
The comfort the arms stretched out
The eye connection
The smile
The quiver in your voice
show me your interior
show me your internal
show me your fear
show me love's language
describe it to me
i want you to share
 
THIS WAS NICE BUT A LITTLE TOO SHORT WELL LET ME DROP A LITTLE SOMTHING

Whisky I can’t handle took a risky gamble got drunk
Off the funk with JW red stay in trouble misled junk
The crazy truth came from eighty proof bottles it
Throttle my bains with mottle flames made me a legit
Nitwit felt incorrect like insects flew into my eyes a bit
Thought the skies were lit grammar fries my skit
Stagger couldn’t walk was asked questions wouldn’t talk
****ed up I’m one corrupt butt alcohol can stalk
 

Donate

Support destee.com, the oldest, most respectful, online black community in the world - PayPal or CashApp

Latest profile posts

HODEE wrote on Etophil's profile.
Welcome to Destee
@Etophil
Destee wrote on SleezyBigSlim's profile.
Hi @SleezyBigSlim ... Welcome Welcome Welcome ... :flowers: ... please make yourself at home ... :swings:
Back
Top