Tuesday, 24 April 2012

WINE AND DESPERADOS


Drunk on wine and desperados
Climbing the cracks
Of my fractured heart.

Hazy nights
And crystalline tears
A tragic work of art.

I trace with fingertips
The stains you left
Upon my brittle skin

And with each sip
This wine becomes
A cloak for me to hide within

So, drunk on wine and desperados
Fallen from
My broken heart
This hazy night
These salty tears
I’m tearing me apart

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