Empty cups.. In another lifetime. We danced, we drank and we loved. Once filled cup became half-empty and we accepted less. Once we entwined our dreams and lives. Now strangers, we became. Today… Continue reading
Bad behavior. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I do adore Amanda Shires I told her. Trouble, trouble. You can be. She told me, if you dance with the devil. She shall always lead. I… Continue reading