render

rollings

my man

 likes a ghost

no seriously

you try loving one who is

grateful dead

I walked one mile in these

silent serious shoes

you be quiet all these times

no seriously

I love my man but this is different

this is like 

silence

and when the wind blows

and when I look down on my  jean ends and these empty shoes

this are those times

hedonist

F Me In The Brain

vogonpoetbythelake

Thank you...

evsgjamm

I can see it. Nice poem.