Her Hair Up, Her Hair Down

"HER HAIR UP, HER HAIR DOWN" I met her. she met me. something is there for her and I although we haven't acknowledged it to one another. her eyes on top of her smile, my lips on this cigarette, the gods scream at me to scream for her, I'm sure she's unsure she wants to hear it. as she drinks from the can, the weight of love has presented itself again. that... or her pride in being alone. like the hammerheads of the sea, my heart rages on, waiting to enter, waiting to be killed. the message has already been spoken through our introduction. we watch and wait until one of us speaks. there is no disappointment between us. By: Chicano Eddie 10-14-2016