Dec 2019
the days pass slow,
like molasses on
the vine
I reminisce
of the days you
were mine,
I pray towards
the moon and
drink cherry
wine, in hopes
it brings me closer
to feeling fine
like molasses on
the vine
I reminisce
of the days you
were mine,
I pray towards
the moon and
drink cherry
wine, in hopes
it brings me closer
to feeling fine
