Of all the Superstitions And the premonitions Tried all possible munitions Still she conquered my emotions Let her out of my mind She was tightly bind Came back out of the blind To her now I am inclined Dancing to the tunes Sky filled with balloons Of raisins and prunes Mornings and afternoons Forgot about the days Night is only that stays Comforting were the ways I would only praise Kiss of the lips that were devil red Velvet auburn hair numbed my brain Shh, she asked me just lay on bed She took away my pain! Click here to read Her Love is Criminal! Photo by The Phope on Unsplash
Sit, Read, and Relax!