BEEN BEAT DOWN.. SO MANY TIMES..
Search in ‘story path’ for a woman.. hook up.. friendship.. love..
riding proud horses cobblestone.. right out loud.. gargoyles.. palace turrets.. watching from above..
warm eve Spain sun is setting.. music in the air Gypsy guitar.. pretense lost for beauty of the real.. won’t be forgetting when clouds hide the stars.. precious feeling we had love to steal.. hurt what did I do? hurt.. bloody bitch is with my friend.. no! she is not like that!.. friend would not betray.. lost again.. love at an end.. nothing left to say.. tears my face is wet.. hollow in my heart.. damn it why it got to be so hard.. older wiser? or afraid of love?.. cautious.. learned about her.. be on guard..
Path in Spain has lost that warm luster.. fool I am afraid to love again.. hard to find a feeling cannot muster.. this letter eight years old I have to send.. what love touches becomes a keepsake.. shirt I have ain’t been washed in years.. blues got me I am a living heartbreak.. only love left comes in tears..
©AC.11.2.13.arr././
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