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flor solitaria

she was just another desert flower
who broke her own heart
by loving the wrong guy
she fell hard into every dream
believed every lie
I ride into town on a thunderstorm
for a woman with a bottle & an empty bed
then ride out with the wayward wind
but that doesn’t make me an outlaw –
was there ever a saint who never sinned?
there are songs we sing in a fever
& a passion that’s meant to be stolen
from the shallows of reason & rhyme
so brand me a brutal & savage lover –
the sex you remember is never sublime
don’t weep, broken flower, when I’m gone
with a burr in my saddle & a rebel yell
burning obdurate bridges with a single flame
dream on of the lust you were lessoned –
Hermosa...kiss me farewell & forget my name
Written by JohnFeddeler
Published | Edited 30th Jul 2015
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