It felt like you
The destination,
I see,
Was linked from (let there be) light – Not
Just as it ripened to be
Tag: Rhyme
The Night She Met Vodka, Poetry by Shiela May Baysa
She wasn’t ready to meet a man tonight
An unsweetened courage in her hands
Moonshine and beneath
Are reasons to finish a drink
And in the middle of it all
Are dried up memories of some boy
She entailed to forget
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