Long time since I’ve posted any unoriginal content. This guy says it better than I can.
There she goes, there she goes again, racing through my brain, and I just can’t contain.
Like the desert waiting for the rain, like a school kid waiting for the Spring, I’m just sitting here waiting for you to come on home and turn me on.
Amie, come sit on my wall
and read me the story of O,
and tell it like you still believe
that the end of the century
brings a change for you and me.
vineyards in Bluemont, Virginia.
Alleys of Georgetown
You step a little closer to me, so close that I can’t see what’s going on.
