The radio glows filling the
darkness with phantoms I call
old friends.
They gather to haunt my thoughts
along with you.
And I recall that dance so long ago.
It's become a fine wine Id rather
admire than taste again.
As that look I remember so very well.
We erase the parts that get in the way
of are dellusion filled spell.
The leaves change only to fall
apon ***** streets.
Where others trace thoose same steps
as you and I.
And in the darkness I remember.
as a heartbroke soul's voice calls
through the night.
As shadows dance and the whiskey
glimmers within the glass.
She's there but a ghost within my lap
her chill brings warmth.
That memorie calls to me as the bottle
is better admired than cracked.
It's passion contained for another.
Life does fade apon the gleam
of a blade.
Candles are better for birthdays
and little kids cakes.
Fire is shared between two in a kiss.
Reflection mixes well on just another
night like this.
Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 9:15 PM UTC
The radio glows filling the
darkness with phantoms I call
old friends.
They gather to haunt my thoughts
along with you.
And I recall that dance so long ago.
It's become a fine wine Id rather
admire than taste again.
As that look I remember so very well.
We erase the parts that get in the way
of are dellusion filled spell.
The leaves change only to fall
apon ***** streets.
Where others trace thoose same steps
as you and I.
And in the darkness I remember.
as a heartbroke soul's voice calls
through the night.
As shadows dance and the whiskey
glimmers within the glass.
She's there but a ghost within my lap
her chill brings warmth.
That memorie calls to me as the bottle
is better admired than cracked.
It's passion contained for another.
Life does fade apon the gleam
of a blade.
Candles are better for birthdays
and little kids cakes.
Fire is shared between two in a kiss.
Reflection mixes well on just another
night like this.
Sorry this one isnt better my writting well im
just not up to par folks sorry for not doing better.
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