thepeachandi

Old Friends

Canada, eh?

I don't know where, but she sends me there.

I found myself ill rewarded After the June days of 1848 My minds parliamentary representative Was displeased The dictatorship of love it seemed No inns to entertain or refresh It was winter, sharp and violent A hideous and desolate wilderness I degenerate into nonsense Passing thoughts, with No real hold on the mind I acted in manners Best calculated to promote Happiness Every single denomination Wild beast or dead men Cannot be seen without horror My lord, I am A different species

Vundabar | OnPoint Music & Arts Festival

I guess all that I can do, is try to stop thinking about you.

Are you still now wishing that your eyes could see all rose again?

Dancing in the street