Drip drop the whiskey drops,
shattered glass,
broken heart,
consciousness lost,
but faith not,
I see myself lying on the cold bedded rock..
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 6:24 AM UTC
Drip drop the whiskey drops,
shattered glass,
broken heart,
consciousness lost,
but faith not,
I see myself lying on the cold bedded rock..
not my best work though...but I sense something in it..I just don't seem to know what..