The
guitar strums slowly
Songs in the wind, hurt and lonely.
Play in my head, like rainy evening
Empty neon roads, thoughts of loving.
Cloudy nights blur my vision.
Of past loves, rejection.
Of years that flew, like whirlwind
Nights, cigarettes, life's cruel grind.
Only raindrops, I held tight
Few embraces warm, on a cold night
Moon shining on a naked body
A song of life, like parody
Plays in my ears, my mind's eye
and wine stained thought.
A city on Friday rushes by.
Beer and happiness, sold and bought.
The
guitar strums slowly.
Hey Jude, they weep, like in love.
in my songs, sad and lowly.
With dew on the grass, and the clouds above.
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