I am
a wilted...
Your words look like clouds
floating so far out of reach...
Silver moon in the dark sky Making the fresh snow...
The Fresh snow has those prints of two wolves...
She touches my face
Her fingers so small and soft...
The queen of nothing has not a heart of gold
but one of cold...
A shower of silver
Cascading over my ears...
La Famille Puis Le Devoir, L'Honneur Toujours.
Its French...
I'm not the one who beat you
I will try my best to not be insulting...
Hey Mr. Bartender... pour me one more shot
No no... its ok. let my liver rot...
I'm nothing special,
I'm just little old me...
A COUNTRY GIRL
She was a country girl, in her faded old blue...
I feel dead inside.
And thank goodness I write...