Bourbon
Just a thought
Well maybe not a thought
Maybe she was a dream
She was in my dream
She was real
I think she was real
Are those stars
Those must be your eyes
Where did you come from
You must be heaven sent
I sit alone not obsessing
Taking in your graceful beauty
Realizing I had not drank my Bourbon
Copyright © Joe Caldwell | Year Posted 2015
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