October 16, 2018Bioman, Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized Leave a comment Everytime I go TITLE: Everytime I go by Bruce E Saunders Everytime I go home it’s to a different place Everytime I see you it’s with a different face It isn’t love with a heart I beg you brace Yourself for the coming folder of lace and pasteurosed roses. CHORUS: Don’t you b’lieve me, If you squeeze me, Shoot and tease me, I’ll just have to let it out! But when you’re alone with yourself to blame and you need the sort of handle to came it ain’t restitution you plead game but the right of the novel to shame COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2018 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...