"Holla"
You seem upset, a frivolous wreck
you wore your frown on my favorite asset
your mouth seems to be subject
of silence
and seance
and say less
but I say more
You seem upset, a frivolous wreck
and I’m getting indirect
emotions from your treasure chest
never the less
if you are angry
we can speak on it
at best
or sleep it over in bed
but rolling over instead
I am your woman
so
talk to me as if half of you find your other half in my therapy
As if my ovaries were only condiments to your burning sea
I want to comfort
thee
with all the greatest parts of me
so
holla
if you need me.