• meandmyfeelings 6w

    By JF

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    A Night of Melancholy

    7th glass of red wine
    Not one drop could ease my mind
    Trumpets blowing and some approaching
    But my peace longs for solitude
    To live the reminiscence of his affection

    He told me he loved me
    Lies and truths are just separated by fine line
    Clouded mind and heavy heart
    I find my table wet from tears of longing
    And notice my blue satin stained

    Photos and letters burned
    Yet I often caught myself reading the ash
    More decipherable than anything I've read
    Save the last letter he delivered
    The wedding invitation I'm attending right this moment