What, Would You Know....Just Don't
Try to think about it.....too much.
When, the alcohol, wears off.....
And, you peel away the layers
And you find that....you're.....
No more, a prisoner, of ....love.
No longer, a slave ......to desire !
But all that I do know is.
There's been
Too many, lonely times.
Too many, drinks !
Too many, sad songs.
I've listened to.
Sooooo.
It's great, to hear a ......
happy one.
That can still,
make you
cry....
Giajl © Jim Love