pinot noir

you love like ice, but ice melts
take off your belt, kiss your neck
you love for a moment, till it’s said and done
clock strikes midnight

heading for home run
your loves like a midnight sun
one by one, sadly
you’re always on the run

his torn heart, a beautiful bleeding art
always at the start, but can never finish
he plays by part with handsome lines
he knows his wine as well as his hidden cries

red like you
take off your shoes
slip you back, your eyes
you drive me crazy, you say
i remember, just like it was yesterday

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