Weeping violins,
And grieving guitars.
Melancholy music,
Let the wailing winds,
get drunk tonight.
Let it rain rum tonight,
I don’t seek redemption.
I don’t see no point,
in waking up to senses.
~am
~Poems+Hysteria~
Weeping violins,
And grieving guitars.
Melancholy music,
Let the wailing winds,
get drunk tonight.
Let it rain rum tonight,
I don’t seek redemption.
I don’t see no point,
in waking up to senses.
~am
Brilliantly written ❤️
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I just adore your words!
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Thanks Monty.😊
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