ArchiveOctober 2018

The Option


I must be your favorite drink how often I’m on your lips.   You dream of me, I go down smooth like bourbon.   You must be my favorite song how often you’re on my mind.   I fall asleep thinking of you; your beautiful melody rings through me like an opera house.   We are flexible, share each other like oxygen, but come together as one.   We are flexible, pin back our...