Whiskey and poetry

Friday nights

I wanna dine with you, Friday night;
walk down the streets,
talk to you,


laugh with you,
look at you and just smile

I wanna be myself and let it out;

I wanna dream,

fly too far,

touch the clouds and reach out for the stars

I wanna go around the thousand hills with you

among the pine forests

and grow with you

on a mountain peak

and watch the sunsets

one million times…

We have a long bucket list;

I wanna give to you all that I am

but I know

I am more when I am with you.

3 thoughts on “Friday nights”

  1. That’s my granddaughter 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 keep it up sweetpie

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