The restless road
Sighs and turns over
In her sleep–
My only bed partner.
The rain taps an inquiry
Or invitation at the glass,
As I sigh back in the
Language of streets.
The restless road
Sighs and turns over
In her sleep–
My only bed partner.
The rain taps an inquiry
Or invitation at the glass,
As I sigh back in the
Language of streets.
Good Intentions Gone Astray
stories of my life.
Blushfire
Blushfire
Blushfire
If you stick around long enough, eventually I'll bring out the wine
Blushfire
