Tuscan Wine

Lyrics by Brandon Huddleson

Featured art: Untitled by Carroll Beckwith

Written to be played with an acoustic or classical guitar.

To tell you the truth

I am just a boy

Trapped in an old man’s shoes

And I have never seen

A smile

Such as thee

And it seems to me

That Tuscany wants us free

And I will

Open

This wine

Let’s sit by the fire

And feel fine tonight

How bout we start with

What’s your name?

I’m beginning to think

That we are the same

And moments like this

Just don’t happen

It’s so sad when

I have to go home

And your smile

I won’t

Leave behind

You know it’s lovelier

Than Tuscan wine

I guess this is

Farewell my friend

I never wanted this

To end

I say take care

You say

This ain’t fair

But that’s how life goes

Sometimes

And if you ever

Think of me

I hope you see someone

Who is free

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Brandon Huddleson (he/him) is a passionate writer from Lebanon, Ohio. In his free time he enjoys observing and enjoying the simple things in life.