I have a broken record
hidden in my closet
and I often play it
whenever unescorted.
The lyrics intimate
the last time we meet
speaks in the manner
you used to flatter.
The music lingers on
like the scent of your shirt
I hold on,
Your love song
keeps me warm
in the dark windy nights.
The nights we forgot
near those bonfire sights.
The sun rises everyday
and it sets all fine
but the fainting rays remind
of the love we had divine.
Aug 23, 2021
Aug 23, 2021 at 3:15 AM UTC
I have a broken record
hidden in my closet
and I often play it
whenever unescorted.
The lyrics intimate
the last time we meet
speaks in the manner
you used to flatter.
The music lingers on
like the scent of your shirt
I hold on,
Your love song
keeps me warm
in the dark windy nights.
The nights we forgot
near those bonfire sights.
The sun rises everyday
and it sets all fine
but the fainting rays remind
of the love we had divine.