Poems from ritchylamarre
As the ballad beginsShe plays her heart Sad but proud Loudly proclaiming her presenceHer notes touch the soul of her only observer He...
Behind these Tattered rags beats the heart of lover
but tragic fate has separated us because of another
I was a brother in arms
who had...
The last time I did something for myself
was last night
cause I went to sleep
like a zombie I climbed into bed
and fell into a sleep so...
Call me rich and improved
born a poor man now I play a new tune
Cause every wicker basket
thats lying in a casket
needs a little booze...
I smile a lot
smiles are great
smiles add style to every empty moment
and when you own it
you can sprinkle a smile on anything
and defeat...