Write Alone

The lad, the no income bard.And love just don’t cut it,when times get hard.She thanked me for the laughs,rhymes, and the billet-doux.But I’m a silk stocking girl,that needs more than you.In a silent shrug I understood.Still had my hair, still a handsomeyoung blood.Just one of those times life sendsyou back home.To pick up a penContinue reading “Write Alone”

Is There Really Now No You and Me

The sun burst from the river flowing, not love that caught my eye. The days I cursed somehow inside did treasure, Our love that made me cry. I need you here, why are you there? How can you not care? Enable this void while I walk a highway of troubled souls. Bring the light ofContinue reading “Is There Really Now No You and Me”