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2005-08-22 19:28:48 ET Red Wine and a Broken Heart The taste of red wine and clove cigarettes. Billy Holiday serenading me over the speakers. Hope of love smashed on the jagged rocks below a high cliff. The roar of the ocean below. Always constant, never changing. Red wine and a broken heart. Mourn it all go, as your world falls apart. A heart full of tears and a glass of wine, red To feel pain as this is to be better off dead. Thoughts racing so fast, yet everything comes slow. The sorrowful, romantic jazz lulling you into the familiar womb of despair. The longing for love to painful to bear. Red wine and a broken heart. Mourn it all go, as your world falls apart. A heart full of tears and a glass of wine, red To feel pain as this is to be better off dead. Red wine and a broken heart is all the poet needs. |
