She told me that my cologne Reminded her of an old friend I didn't know whether To smile or frown Shyly I chuckled I could slice the tension With a knife But that would leave me Less time to butter my bread Silence was ahead It passed One minute Two minutes Three minutes Four minutes Several later Still at the table.....
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥