A deep tear of wine
Slips into a stranger's lips
I look at this stranger's eyes
And there it is
Nothing simple about it
Love ?
Or manipulation?
Regretting looking into this man's eyes
Tears made of wine roll down my cheeks
Sunday night, I light another cigarette
Alone with the music
Alone with my thoughts
And there it is
I see his life crash
Nothing simple about it
Just a perfect human being,  captured by imperfection