“The waltz of the angels”
The waltz of the Angels I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming. Sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a sad… Continue reading
The waltz of the Angels I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming. Sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a sad… Continue reading
The two guitars A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Two guitars I hurt myself today. I wanted to bleed real blood and I called you and I told you my love. I… Continue reading