Apr 2015
The bottle calls me.
Something like a roar.
but sultry like a singer
That rocks me to the core.
Shaken hands and finger
To much to ignore.
my fight is growing weaker
Not much more I can endure.
Something like a roar.
but sultry like a singer
That rocks me to the core.
Shaken hands and finger
To much to ignore.
my fight is growing weaker
Not much more I can endure.
