wine

0224H

There’s a bottle of red with my dreams in it
Crimson blood drawn with your blade
Cut through a heart with broken seams in it
On a noose of sorrow it hung

The bitterness of what could have been
A swirl of scarlet memories
The tone of regret that’s evergreen
Lingering on my tongue

A stale bouquet of unsated passion
Promises washed down unfulfilled
It’s a tragedy glorious in its imperfection
Fallen short before it’s begun

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