Love's shadows of remorse are out to haunt me
They take me to a place I shouldn't know
Where the winds of 'It's too late'
Fill the sails of my mistakes
With nights of dire reflection, loss and woe
I walk the empty streets of melancholy
I'm booked in at the Hotel Beau Regret
The desk clerk knows my name
'Sad to see you here again'
'Will it be for just one night or quite a stretch?'
Love’s shadows of despair cast on the ceiling
Past pictures of my life hung on the wall
No matter where I look
There’s an image of your love
How did a guy so lucky lose it all?
© Joseph G Dawson
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