Something inspired by Stevie Wonder’s ability in finding a way to give a piece of his soul while taking a piece of yours in a way that only a musical genius could.
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Was it wrong to want you? Because Hades still burns through and through. From deepened thoughts to softened skin. At times I wonder if it’s really Love that I feel, this passion that consumes me in melancholic bouts. Or could it just be infatuation? All I know is I want you next to me. And in these moments, spurs of idiomatic phrases crystallize in my soul. “I love you.” “I want you.” I think I’ve felt almost every feeling that is because of you, down to the most sinful and I pray that the Universe doesn’t hurl them back at me with your absent presence. Because when I told you I loved you, you put me on hold. So I shoved you out of my life though I still ache to have you near. And I wonder to myself “is it a mistake?” Could I have, should I have endured your proclamations of love without feeling the breath of those words? No.
Though love is patient, I can wait no longer. Maybe in a later life I wold be able to touch your skin again. Maybe in a later life you’ll be the African and I’ll be the Egyptian. But the woman of this life shall endure without the sweetness of your words. The woman of this life will no longer touch her lips to your lips and will ache at the thought of being without those meager things. Those dreams of Love sting less when it doesn’t dangle from a tree like some strange fruit. A faded memory, out of sight to lessen the pain. Call me a coward for searching for the less painful dream of making love to “music of my mind.”
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LiberTeeLove 
i love this. it has heart. i went where it took me. i like when u write free instead of worrying how it might look