Untitled 4 Poem by Brian Sonberg
Untitled 4
Just me and a bottle of red wine
us... and too much time
but the red from my lips
comes from no vine
I used to know you my friend
we forgot what we were fighting for
somewhere along the way
you were my brother
I seek the things that you seek
to know and to be known
and not to be forgotten
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: brother,forgotten,lips,red
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