Six-foot-three with dirty blond hair and a growl
Work was the culprit that ended what never began,
but in whose shadow a light was flicked.
Two lost souls by the smokers outpost,
Now strangers once more.
Six-foot-three with dirty blond hair and a growl
Work was the culprit that ended what never began,
but in whose shadow a light was flicked.
Two lost souls by the smokers outpost,
Now strangers once more.
© 2020 Leslie Ann Gray