Hanging with Amanda Shires and a poem. Everything had it’s time..
1- We have become silhouettes in a locked room.
Just two ghosts roaming and breathing alone.
Once house, filled with love.
Now a tomb, so dusty and so cold.
2- Everything had it’s time, I told her.
We will say words, we shall forget.
We will beg for kisses and forget the sweetness of the kisses.
Once love words will become sour and two strangers will seek the silence.
3- The Goodbye kiss, is it sweet or is it bitter?
Does lady love have a time limit?
I told the night. We can paint our world black or
we can wear rose color glasses.
Dancing Coyote