pouring out the memories
in glasses of red wine
spins my heart back again
into a different time
the red of love so dark then
faded from my view
red is now the color of
pain
when I think of you
drinking up the bitterness
drowning in the red
I wish the wine be sweet again
to taste
but love is dead

06/27/2005

Posted on 06/28/2005
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