Tripping over moments past,
I sip on once sweet grapes
now bitter upon my senses,
for the bottle which
aged upon her lips
left memories of her lingering
in Southern Grace and a smile,
and as Alabama drowns
my heart melted in
the red clay of lies
as my rose colored glasses fell
~tainted by bitter-sweet
drops left behind.






















Lovely.





You definitely deserved it!












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