Hell or high water
Upstream You were never easy, You were the day and I was the night, never stopping to keep our promises made. You were my sun and I was the moon, so… Continue reading
Upstream You were never easy, You were the day and I was the night, never stopping to keep our promises made. You were my sun and I was the moon, so… Continue reading
Originally posted on sawndei:
He hovers over and around her like a bee on a flower Yet he claims he just likes her and did not come for the nectar He spends his…
Originally posted on My Life in The Bush of Shepherds:
Wonderful poetry by a talented writer. My Life in The Bush of Shepherds View original post
Originally posted on Mike's Manic Word Depot:
paint by numbers dyslexia, the palate doesn’t match the taste buds doesn’t match the palate of another sunrise at the bottom of the sea shanty…
Dead flowers I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your… Continue reading
The night is young and the night is long, my love I saw you perfect in the day and I saw you wild and sweet in the early morning. You are… Continue reading