Pictures of You

And it’s Friday night,
And i’m driving around,
And “that song” came on,
And suddenly it’s 2004 again,
And he was going to be a rock star,
And he played bass until his fingers bled,
And his band became family,
And we stayed out all night,
And this went on for years,
And we knew it couldn’t last,
And it didn’t.

About Blinded by Bukowski

30-something female with a pen and a piano. Reading between the lines, sometimes skipping a few.
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2 Responses to Pictures of You

  1. Linda Scholz says:

    Our minds are computers that file all our memories for life. Something -anything can trigger that memory.

    On Fri, Mar 10, 2017 at 9:04 PM, Blinded by Bukowski wrote:

    > Blinded by Bukowski posted: “And it’s Friday night, And i’m driving > around, And “that song” came on, And suddenly it’s 2004 again, And he was > going to be a rock star, And he played bass until his fingers bleed, And > his band became family, And we stayed out all night, And this ” >

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