The warmth generated my thoughts
Not being able to eat or sleep
The feeling of a nervous me
The movement of a nervous knee
As the blood rushed to my brain
Then to my feet
Butterflies filled my stomach
While I stood shaking
Near that broken down seat
Never saying a word
If only my eyes could speak
A blink would mean more than a thousand
words
Each tear would represent
Passion, fire, loss, and
desire
Only my deepest thoughts
Would soon then fly away; to his
heart
I’d give anything
To have him back
If only I could smell the ink from his letters
The sweat from his waved, faded
haircut
I’d give anything
To see those deep eyes, lightly trimmed black
mustache
With thick lips; that was like someone in a
magazine
I’d give anything
To see his 5’9;
160lb’s of
Dark tattooed skin
Which I so ever desired and
deserved
I’d give anything
To hear the Jamaican tone in his
voice
Which vibed through the phone so
graciously
Like a familiar song; during the wee wee hours of the
morn
The careless whisper
Of when I was Ellie Mae and u just a
man
Looking for conversation
Ohhhh!!! I would give anything
To count the endless nights of the guard
Who turned his head as if he didn’t hear or see
anything
While I could hear your roommate; who was
nosey
But never complained
I know there’s nothing I can
give
To bring you back
Even though I say anything
There is nothing that I could
give
To bring you back
If I could have only spoken to the mailman the day
before
I would
say….
Hey!!!! Mr. Mailman
I’d give anything
If u don’t pass me by
Wake me, shake me, cuss me, and belittle
me
But pleaseeee!!!! Don’t pass me
by!
On my tears, if I never love again; I’d give anything
If this could all just be a lie
In loving memory
of James Guyton inmate #288918 Redemptionway
Not being able to eat or sleep
The feeling of a nervous me
The movement of a nervous knee
As the blood rushed to my brain
Then to my feet
Butterflies filled my stomach
While I stood shaking
Near that broken down seat
Never saying a word
If only my eyes could speak
A blink would mean more than a thousand
words
Each tear would represent
Passion, fire, loss, and
desire
Only my deepest thoughts
Would soon then fly away; to his
heart
I’d give anything
To have him back
If only I could smell the ink from his letters
The sweat from his waved, faded
haircut
I’d give anything
To see those deep eyes, lightly trimmed black
mustache
With thick lips; that was like someone in a
magazine
I’d give anything
To see his 5’9;
160lb’s of
Dark tattooed skin
Which I so ever desired and
deserved
I’d give anything
To hear the Jamaican tone in his
voice
Which vibed through the phone so
graciously
Like a familiar song; during the wee wee hours of the
morn
The careless whisper
Of when I was Ellie Mae and u just a
man
Looking for conversation
Ohhhh!!! I would give anything
To count the endless nights of the guard
Who turned his head as if he didn’t hear or see
anything
While I could hear your roommate; who was
nosey
But never complained
I know there’s nothing I can
give
To bring you back
Even though I say anything
There is nothing that I could
give
To bring you back
If I could have only spoken to the mailman the day
before
I would
say….
Hey!!!! Mr. Mailman
I’d give anything
If u don’t pass me by
Wake me, shake me, cuss me, and belittle
me
But pleaseeee!!!! Don’t pass me
by!
On my tears, if I never love again; I’d give anything
If this could all just be a lie
In loving memory
of James Guyton inmate #288918 Redemptionway