this poem using ink splashed like colors in a dream but when I awoke it turned to black & white proving without a doubt things change suddenly as life ensues its purpose with rhymes.
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:)
He’ll write a poem She’ll gush