Sanctuary
That place that wreaks havoc
cigarette boxes lying on the floor
Drowning in angst - your place
call it home, call it sanctuary
Call it whatever -
tell it to the bartender
Who's pouring another
whiskey in your honor
You're the one that's
on top tonight - lovin' life
With your ripped denim jeans
and smoke-stained leather
Pour me another! you say
so you could get back on
The motorcycle to heaven
and never slow down
Copyright © Trisha Romano | Year Posted 2015
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