Saddlesore

It seems only yesterday we were fine

How I yearned for the feel of your mouth

Your every touch would set me on fire

Whether north west east or south

 

The sight of smoke on the horizon

Haunts me now when I look back

For it was over yonder hill we flourished

Before my thoughts turned so black

 

That  dark column taunts my tortured eyes

Acrid embers still fly off in the air

I turn helplessly towards that hovering pall

Guilty at the memory of your stare

 

The sight of smoke on the horizon

Haunts me now when I look back

For it was over yonder hill we flourished

Before my thoughts turned so black

 

Flecks of ash can't blot out those mute eyes

I turn west and ride as the sun starts to rise

 

The sight of smoke on the horizon

Haunts me now when I look back

For it was over yonder hill we flourished

Before my thoughts turned so black

 

 

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◄ Lukewarm Love

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