I stumble towards her embrace loving her eyes knowing we are about to get shitfaced. Whiskey enhances our fantasies as we tell each other lies admitting we're not broken souls just capable of a mysterious love. Photo courtesy internet,maybe:)
Must have been
Must have been about third grade when I first believed I could massage Genie make her breathe. I imagined, often dreamed she could fulfill secrets and wishes hidden in a Maxwell House can still. Must have been about sixth grade or so I started singing like Elvis playing my Gene Autry guitar not truly understanding... Continue Reading →
was a Saturday stared at life said explain to me why do you surround my heart with such beauty love. Life replied because you see me with your heart not eyes.