Sam always said I should try my hand at poetry with as much writing as I do...
You were so easy to get
Quickly becoming impossible to forget
You are the most beautiful wild thing I've ever seen
Doing wicked things in the dark
I close my eyes and drink in your scent
gun oil, leather, whiskey, smoke..
The November rains came and you were gone
Leaving me right where I started
Alone and needing you