Sands Of Love

Love…

At what point are we supposed to give it away with a set of conditions attached?
All I know is,
After applying conditioner to a scalp rinsed of yesterday’s troubles,
Nothing’s smoother than each strand of hair gliding along callused hands…

Maybe,
Certain prerequisites were required before I graduated from “higher” learning…
Bottles of Remy were not the solution as my habits were concerning me.
Eloping with Mary Jane regardless of trauma was costly as she ended up deterring me!
From being top of my class with burdens on each shoulder luring me!
Backwards.
And,
Keeping the same song on repeat is what got Pap’s name smeared after!
Years of loyalty to someone behind bars over smoke while left with nothing but impending matters!

So…
What can I really do to solve this issue?
Serve vixens who’s intention is to keep my eyes in front of smoky visuals,
With a tall glass water I fill up with spit when reciting residuals,
Of Poetry I manifest regardless of the circumstance…

Love…
Maybe it can be both.
Conditional and unconditional as long as all of us understand,
How it dies…
The second you don’t feel it for yourself,
While buried as deep as possible,
Within the sands of time…