A whiskey and a glass of water..
A whiskey and a glass of water… She gave me whiskey kisses and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches hours. She was a bad, bad woman and I wanted more and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Relationships
I was told…
I was told… The prettiest and most dangerous lady, I was told she was, always writing down her words and she was waiting for me, her strong coffee sweet and creamy, I saw… Continue reading
The lost generation. Part three.
“YELLOW RIBBON Around her hair she wore a yellow ribbonShe wore it in the spring time, in the early month of MayAnd if you asked her why the heck she wore itShe’d say… Continue reading
A true love of mind.. And a beautiful Nati Dreddd song.
A true love of mine… Once a Scottish gal, I did love. We found love on a warm Spring day and I loved her voice. She talked of Scotland and she asked me.… Continue reading
Nothing left to lose.. And a beautiful Taylor Momsen song.
Nothing left to lose.. I lay in the silence of deadening silence. All dreams dead and buried when you left me alone. You were my savior and my killer. I remember the first… Continue reading
I am jealous of the sea..
I am jealous of the sea.. Was a beautiful Dust of the day coming and I watched you dance with the sea. I told the falling sun, the rising moon. I am jealous… Continue reading
The brown eyed girl.
The brown eyed girl… I love the days of April, I love the comfort of the Spring sun upon my face. I adore the kind places when I can rejoice to the Lake… Continue reading
Nothing could stop me…
Nothing could stop me… I traveled 2500 miles to see your face and nothing could stop me. When I arrive at your home. I will kiss your hair, I will kiss your neck… Continue reading
Nothing will last forever…
Nothing will last forever… She sat alone. Her lingering tears falling down her beautiful face. I have told her often. Nothing last forever. Even the strongest love weaken to just memories of things… Continue reading
Dear Jenny..
Dear Jenny.. Dear Jenny. I have lived and died for love. I have learn to accept less and I became the street poet. I found her waiting for me in Santa Cruz. She… Continue reading