The wind cuts through and it chills me to the bone,
The sunlight feels like a ghost it’s so far gone,
A sad, old song keeps on ringing in my head,
The darkest time seems to be the miles ahead. - @ronpopemusic
It was a warm day, in the middle of a cold winter.
She was a good girl, gave her heart to a wandering sinner.
I couldn't say if I loved her or if we were not there yet.
We were young and living on lies and cigarettes. - @ronpopemusic