Reality stuck, I finally got it.
God I'll miss her, sweet freedom with each breath.
I had to let her go, my imagination has to become it's own.

The ease of life with each light,
Falling freely into a haze.
Sweet smell, sweet taste.
The craze from my day simply erased.
God I'll miss her.

I have to move on, she brought me down.
Who has the right to judge?
She was my release, my sanity.
I have to let her go, the time has come.

I've lost what I needed, she made it go.
I wanted her and it both.
I'll continue on, she'll always be on my mind.
Maybe we'll meet again, her sweet taste filling my desire.
God I'll miss her.......

I haven't done this in awhile.
It was different than, I used a pen.
Boy, I sound old...

The release of words, to express...
Losing my self in writing.
I was quite good at one time, never missing a line.

I never shared to much, only an assignment or two.
Spiral notebooks filled, front to back.
I read what I once wrote, some bring back memories.
That's why we write isn't it, to remember.

This I can do, don't know who will see?
My words flowing out one by one.
Expression of ones self, this might be fun.

How's the view from the bottom of that bottle?
Like a kaleidoscope of your life swirling in backwash.
Don't blame me for all you've missed!

They've grown so big, and smart too, you don't deserve to see...
A selfish man you are, take another swallow.
Drown your self in pity, make life a blur.

What was I thinking, becoming your wife?!
What a shame they bear your name...
They are bigger than that, they see who you are.
Disgusting, pitiful, ugly.

Keep looking for the answer at the bottom of that bottle.
Keep missing what you have created.
Walk with you head hung low, take another swallow.
Fall harder, keep drowning....

I see what you don't get to.
I love them like you can't.
I'm the reason they are....
They are strong, they walk with pride.

Go on look for the answer in your bottle.
Do you see?
Go on one more swallow.