Hold me close, Watch what I see, A mere peek into my psyche. These days feel the same right now, Pick up the bottle, put it down. Constant visions of tomorrow’s tomorrow. A warm glass with one touch, Yet I’ve been sipping scotch on the rocks all night. A truth told way too many times….
Category: Poetry
Library Room
A poem of love and thought.
Inferno Flame
This Burning desire to touch the flame, This Burning desire to say your name, Over and over and over again. This Burning desire. At each hour, another sixty minutes thinking of you. This Burning desire to touch the flame, This Burning desire to say your name, This Burning desire, This Burning desire, A fire, a…
Neseknows' Brain 