Mar 2015
I sit down with a beer
to just write about her,
the words won't come
Then when I forget,
the page burns black
with remembering ink
and never before has
the blood of my pen
had such a stink
to just write about her,
the words won't come
Then when I forget,
the page burns black
with remembering ink
and never before has
the blood of my pen
had such a stink
