Drink enough wine and combine them with lonesome thoughts and your mind can conjure anything. Monday night, thoughts about what would happen to me if my precious Baby said goodbye, plagued me. This is a product of that dispirited mood. Something very different.
haunting memories of her
her absent love hangs heavily like the dusty drapes in an abandoned mansion forbidding hope to enter forever entombing me in darkness
white blown kisses float aimlessly appearing as wandering apparitions chanting unanswered questions in search of eternal light
pale ghosts of affections lost, torment me dragging my unrequited carcass burying me alive with haunting memories of her in a tomb I could never escape
Your words are the sweetest melodies That echo inside my brain
Your love is a metaphor on a gondola Flowing through my veins
Let me tell you a little secret. My beautiful Tangled Weeds is asleep right now, but she asks me to prepare breakfast for her everyday (meaning a sweet good morning message). I wanted to start her Sunday with this little surprise so she knows I was thinking and missing her.