Bluebonnet Days
on a bluebonnet day
the dew itself just set
as i just wake up
pour my bourbon in a cup
this is as good as i get
on this bluebonnet day
i set in a garden and write
as i clear my mind
i get lost in time
bleeding verse until night
the end of a bluebonnet day
sitting drunk in my own demise
my cares buried deep
i begin to count sheep
to dream of bluebonnet skies
Copyright © Dillon Lewis | Year Posted 2012
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