So reaper, if you can hear my voice//I'll warn you, you've got just one choice//You can leave me well alone or choose to take my poor soul//But for today, I live as a Dreamer, and rejoice
Sweet Whiskey
I almost simply used my post from yesterday: On the Backs of Vagabonds but thought that was taking the easy road, so I'll try something new today... Together, we laugh long into the night Between clouds of smoke and half-empty glasses Dreaming of things that could and might Taking a clock and feeding it molasses Tic... Continue Reading →
December Rose 