SHIFT
Read Count : 37
Category : Books-Fiction
Sub Category : Adventure
At last it felt short like an hourglassForever was just a whimI could sense snowflakes in summerSongs at 4 am in a little cabin called our sleepI could imagine fireflies on your bellyDried lemon slices with a fairly light beneath your feetYou could characterize my touch as poeticFelt blissful taking a drag of our cigars and expel the smoke slowlyLoved that train to paradise in the teen stageHated 80’s cause it’d leave our pins weakA knock out, bon vivant, cherry pie,Just a lot of names I could keep you happy withThought we’d see a maelstrom in this lifeif I dived you would tooThoughts nearly drowned usMaybe they killed us we just didn’t knowOh poor devil thought life made it fair