I like it. ‘And all you want, I think all you want is to let go.’ – Lyrical. This entire piece takes me to a dim lit, smoke-filled 1940’s bar with a crooner in the corner, martini in hand. Poem noir? Perhaps.
I like it.
‘And all you want, I think all you want is to let go.’ – Lyrical. This entire piece takes me to a dim lit, smoke-filled 1940’s bar with a crooner in the corner, martini in hand. Poem noir? Perhaps.
Sir Bic