Just Another Song
They played it over and over again
the haunting melody with rhythmic interludes
where time ticks more slowly than the words exude;
it draws me back in time
when love merged beyond the wine
and every word once spoken
hums an old theme unbroken;
was it love, was it the alcohol,
the burning desire enthralled?
Who's to say what was in our hearts
the inner desire that lit the spark
lasting a moment's song within my head
that drew me close into your bed.
Just a dream now, a memory burned
played on the radio turn,
lost in the memories that yearn
for just another song
of one night's love long gone.
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