bardofthewoods
From Where I Sit
You talk of what you’ve done and have the nerve to criticize me You speak of missions failed and how much you despise me You laugh at my defeats, savoring each downfall with great pleasure Knowing all the time, it’s you who lost―you’ve done nothing to be measured Myself, I’ve never been content seeking […]
LAST KISS
Kiss an old friend and be glad that he is Kiss a grandpa and feel those whiskers of his Kiss a baby and taste its innocence A lover’s kiss is sweet and warm, an expression of caring Not as in kissing a whore Which is merely a means to an end But if […]