Apr 2015
With ode to the blue skies
and fan-fares of yesteryears
To the bitter cold realities of
Ten-plus pills per morning
I wept on the clouds of
dream-like depressions
And you, and you, and you,
You're gonna love me.
and fan-fares of yesteryears
To the bitter cold realities of
Ten-plus pills per morning
I wept on the clouds of
dream-like depressions
And you, and you, and you,
You're gonna love me.
First in a while, especially on this site. I have been writing off and on for quite some time... I suppose the tradition continues.
