The only way I could get this out was through my eyes,
I listened to my eyes today and they told me that
they missed seeing you up close and far away,
in the night or during the day.
My eyes missed seeing your softness and your strength
cuz now all they see are prison metal and brick.
My eyes are lonely, because your eyes
are not peering at the same thing as mine at the same time.
My eyes will not even cry
cuz you are not near them to wipe them dry.
My eyes miss seeing you under me,
they miss seeing you over me sparkling big and brown,
they miss seeing you when I’m downtown.
My eyes hate not looking in your face when you are proud of me,
they want to close forever to look at
the many pictures of you stored in my memory.
My eyes are the happiest part of my body
because they don’t move you from your space,
they love you from right where you are
in your awesome body and beautiful face.
Like the rest of me, my eyes always want you,
so my eyes are angry with me because I use them without you near me.
There is no more beauty or softness to see,
just hard walls, hard doors, hard heads with hard attitudes,
my eyes hurt to be open because what they need is not shown.
For now, it’s my heart that helps me cope
because my eyes are far from you and losing hope
because I was a dope who ended up in prison
and away from a life partner to whom my eyes
were focused and accustomed to
Because I love my eyes and vision, I beg them to hold on,
and promised they will see you again,
right after they are done peering through gates from prison. | OH!