The Wound That Still Bleeds
As the time does pass we build a illusion to keep us blind.
Bury thoose feelings and hide any pictures.
Erase all the traces but it only takes a second to remind.
Overgrown is the path that to are past leads.
Ignorance is never bliss.
As I confess the wound still bleeds.
Bottles of whiskey shimmer under the bars light.
The dance floor is a flood.
The band plays through every new romance and drunken fight.
You say to yourself you no longer care.
Then you catch a flash of the past and remember the scent
of her hair.
Remember that night and how she looked in that dress.
Would you change it all .
To a half empty bottle you confess
take in strangers for every lost soul has it"s needs.
Fade in the darknes.
And live to be drianed slowley by the wound that
still bleeds.
Copyright © John Patrick Robbins Aka Gonzo | Year Posted 2009
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