Blood of many spanish grapes
flush and makes my cheeks pink.
Like the first time you saw
a girl as if you were seeing
her from the beginning of your life.

My heart begins to skip a beat
as the lyrics begin to stir
old feelings inside my eyes.
Songs seem to remind me
of a longing I doubt you'll
never understand.

Yet the tall stem red rose
burns crimson as I drink
the boutique down.
But all the petals
intoxicates my soul.

A soul that seems to blink
away from me.
I wish I could understand
why the world seems so unfair
from the beginning?

When girls run through my head,
and drain the will to survive.
I wish you were close,
but I know it's a foolish dream.

And every glimmer of hope
are words that don't even make
sense.

Only the rambles of a drunken boy.
Lost and gone.

05/06/2007

Posted on 05/06/2007
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