And I’ve come to know
the manger that you sleep in,
and I’ve come to know
and I’ve come to know
the stranger that you keep.
Blog Archive
-
▼
2010
(185)
-
▼
August
(9)
- I think he'd prefer an old motel cot or any bed ma...
- I loved you up until the very last second. I hope ...
- The coffin has been built and the grave is dug.
- and the street lamps fool us into thinking their ...
- She writes a letter and sends it to him. I thin...
- No title
- I know you're trying hard to be what you already a...
- please do not go I know I love you as much as I c...
- The Art of Manliness
-
▼
August
(9)