A unicorn followed me home from the Bowie tribute band and after that things were never the same. Follow your heart.
Peter Yowie Poetry
Peter Yowie Poetry
A unicorn followed me home from the Bowie tribute band and after that things were never the same. Follow your heart.
Dont judge a lover under the covers, valentines day red roses and blue skies. A breakfast at Tiffany’s moment in the Cafe with a little girl of fashion and a smile that ignites my passion. Whether it’s crucifixion or a casual conversation we carry on. It’s another Valentine’s day for a lonely heart and there’s war between Israel and Palestine and what’s mine is yours becomes what’s yours is mine.
Glitter eyeshadow, kissable lipstick, unmissable shows every night. Go careful with the lady she can be a real handful. We’re little ugly ducklings following the white Swan and underneath those designer clothes is a Bowie tattoo. With burning eyes, she sung songs, jazz is not for the lazy, I was a refugee, she was my statue of liberty.