Boots covered in dust and blood
Loaded six guns hang at my side...
I confess I have a fetish for these things.
You might have heard of them, they're called...
As I sit so many times
With this pen in my hand...
Life's simple dreams,
Ripped and torn apart...
I'm lost in me
I can't be found...
I don't think it can ever be
properly expressed...
I wish to learn to love you in
every alphabet...
my baby
splashes smiles...
When writing at night
my mind is clear...
There is something about you
that I begin to slip away...
As I
S...
So one look at the bottle
I decided now is the time...