I am waiting for you
I am waiting for you… (Poem 24 for April. The poetry month.) Once we were brave, we stripped bare and we showed real face. I sang to you. “I am waiting for you… Continue reading
I am waiting for you… (Poem 24 for April. The poetry month.) Once we were brave, we stripped bare and we showed real face. I sang to you. “I am waiting for you… Continue reading
Abrázame… Johnnie sat alone in the Purgatory Inn in Seaside, California. Once he wanted to consume life and he had ascended to lonely places and the kind sea near. Once he loved, love.… Continue reading
She used to love me a lot…. I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading
Skin, gin and sin city…. Pretty lady sat near me at the tavern and I said hello. She smiled and she came nearer. She caressed my military hair-cut and she asked. Soldier, coming… Continue reading
Originally posted on The Inked Aaila:
It’s funny how love builds you and when time comes, it destroys you. Love comes when you expect it not to, and then it wants to leave…