Talk to me baby
I’m tired of my voice
Talk to me baby
My thoughts have no choice
The bartender pours
While he ponders my look
I simply wrote my desires
Tonight that will be my book
To hold a beautiful woman
Delivers the brain to flesh
Words are useless in that moment
Darling it’s you, not the dress
Talk to me baby
I’m tired of my voice
Talk to me baby
My thoughts have no choice
Talk to me baby
I have spent all my cares
Talk to me baby
I’m the only one listening to your prayers
My love, after dinner
There are two things left on my plate
One is love
The other is hate
I write words that need to escape
I read words that seek a home
My muse sits on my shoulder
I realize he’s on loan
Talk to me baby
I’m tired of my voice
Talk to me baby
My thoughts have no choice
love the flow and the depth. hope you have been doing well Pieter…