Charlene Kaye - Magnolia Wine
He smelled of fine magnolia wine and Dior Allure
Must you make me look down at my shoes
She’d long been up when he crept inside
And then, the smash of the china plates, the zing of the cutlery
Says, when we took our vows in silence
I thought your hands would stay in place
Thinking lines would be drawn for love, but some just never change
When my mother asks benignly about you?
But come this time tomorrow, I’ll be out by water, air or land
No more love for nothing, no more hesitating, no regrets
Oh, soon I’ll better fill these empty arms
And you’ll melt away like smoke into the dark
Through the dark
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