Thoose Nights
Short skirts and worn out lines.
Playing music for a living.
How I'll always miss thoose times.
Bodies so close the dance floor forever bleeds.
Painted faces they never met the person I am
but they met my needs.
I gave them a relief from lifes stress.
Taken in plessure sweet are the memories.
Empty bottles clutter the sink.
Apon the chair sits your newest dress.
The stage makes a man more than he does seem.
Sweat of passion.
That razor although deadly still holds a
beautiful gleam.
Thoose nights call to my heart to this
very day.
To live as pirates.
And love like liars whos words only
betray.
And to thoose whom i've shared.
shattred dreams and stolen reflections.
Please understand no response wasnt a message
of how I never cared.
Smoke filled crowded rooms and watred down
drinks.
Thoose nights were gold.
No matter how any outsider thinks.
And so your face did illuminate along with that voice.
Thoose nights stayed etched in my soul.
for to that memorie I am a prisoner by choice.
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