Your misty eyes
Your misty eyes… You bathe me with your hazel eyes and I love your misty morning eyes. We have hot coffee, early morning, the sun rising from the east. I tell you, let’s… Continue reading
Your misty eyes… You bathe me with your hazel eyes and I love your misty morning eyes. We have hot coffee, early morning, the sun rising from the east. I tell you, let’s… Continue reading
Originally posted on Dragonfly Poetry:
The high road,leaving everything standingwalk away touching nothinga ghost in the shadowsleaving untouched love to simply fade away. The low road,complete destructionnothing left standingthe sins left bleedingevery door…
Almost lovers… I found the prettiest gal on the crossing of Dover to Calais. I was drinking the Johnnie Walker whiskey, watching the sea dance. Pretty Swiss girl with the darkest brown eyes,… Continue reading