Bluesy Sunday and a poem. Bad, bad, bad ass lady.
Bad, bad, bad ass lady… She was the prettiest gal I ever seen. She was drinking the Johnnie Walker whiskey alone, her shoes were off to the side of her bar stool. Her… Continue reading
Bad, bad, bad ass lady… She was the prettiest gal I ever seen. She was drinking the Johnnie Walker whiskey alone, her shoes were off to the side of her bar stool. Her… Continue reading
I remember you, do you remember me? Once we had the Spring days, once we knew the sweetest kisses, once I loved you and you loved me. Poem two” Yesterday girl is drinking… Continue reading
Rose colored glasses.. We made wishes to the Autumn moon. We laid on a hill in a sleeping bag and we talked of great dreams. You were going to be a nurse and… Continue reading