Counting stars every night
To forget, erase or
to reverse the plight
Gifted to me by
memories
Spent some years back
To move on is hard-
But with red liquor and
fuzzy liquid
Everything is digested by
serene acid
YOU ARE READING
Let the words flow
General FictionYour words. My words. Together let's, Let them flow. ---- A succession of poems, one liners, letters, blurbs, articles and what not. ---- #LetTheWordsFlow #176 in General Fiction! (As of 5th May 2016)
