223: my soul is the witness

December 18, 2008 | (Unfinished) ThoughtsWords

To Henry Lowe — with an ‘e’

His lips big large curved in form of a smile
A bottle of strong 300-year-old whiskey
On the table
As I look at him and he looks at me
Blues playin’
I am the only white girl
In the room
They all stare at me
Only he stands by my side and
Says
She’s mine tonight