Pretty Texas gal name Sara would find me on the weekends. She would take me home and keep me sane. She would hold me tightly and she would sing to me, playing her… Continue reading
Fallen Angels.. In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war and missed faces. I joined the club at a young age. Bad decisions, dead brothers and… Continue reading
She had Angels wings upon her back.. Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck to… Continue reading
Too poor to love you, my lady midnight. We danced in the Belton, Texas dance hall and you smell of the wild flowers of Texas. You rested you head into my chest and… Continue reading