Krishna Hayes

Midnight Cerveza




The night eyes were lit like bottle rockets

The moon hangs like and ambulet presto

It becomes my heart

My dear wife is no longer for me

She is quiet just like grass under foot

Tonight the pavement is my angel of grace

But soon she also turns a cold shoulder

Leaving me empty handed

Pride like my bottles of beer

Once swallowed like kisses after a long days work

My future is and abandoned corner left for me to roost

Collecting what once was carelessly discarded

Soon ill be a fleeting thought a passing chill on your cheek

Soon ill be like these bottles but this time they will be drinking me

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