Wine red dress she had on,
music playing soft and low,
watching through window panes
as rain fell like glass on ice
cold wind blowing
from the past.
Holding her like you held me
mesmerized
consumed with pain.
bottle crashed against willow,
wrists
Wine red stains
my innocence, my dress.
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul...















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