Rear-end of a so-call love
Rear-end of a so-call love She poured the tequila and she told me I’m the only one. I whispered to her. To the only one I’m holding tonight and I kissed her… Continue reading
Daily Archive: August 18, 2018
a forgotten memory
Originally posted on MY VALIANT SOUL:
I am a forgotten memory with a quiet mouth of a clock( a chain that clogs my neck) a forgotten yellow tainted page, blank as an ocean.…
Humble and kind
Humble and kind The old man sat by the St. Clair shore lake and he watched his grandchildren run and play. He had lived a long life and he knew. He knows… Continue reading