Are we lovers or are we liars?


Are we lovers or are we liars?
(Written in 1993)
Once we believed in rainbows, once we made the wishing well wishes.
I remember a September Fall day in 1978, the prettiest girl I ever seen. Came to me and she told me, hello Johnnie, hello  laughing American. I have been looking for you.
I looked in the eyes of river blue and I asked her. You have found me and what will you do with me now? She smiled and she took my hands. She whispered. We must find out my loco American.
Love is a ocean storm, I learned. Youth and the Irish whiskey make us believe in the miracle of love.  You were my Fall happiness, my Winter joy and my Spring blessing.
War, life and separation killed our utopia of locked doors, cigarettes and our sweet songs. I allowed you to escape and I broke my…

View original post 392 more words

What are you thinking about after reading this?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.