I find myself selecting poses,
chewy words and wit
After the third glass of wine
it’s me that I forget.
Testing waters too deep
Walking steps too steep
You talk about the dark
I sit and gaze
Watching lips I’ll never know
Breathing his whiskey haze
From a toss of my hair
To the look on your face
Mocked by the years
I cannot erase.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
I find myself selecting poses,
chewy words and wit
After the third glass of wine
it’s me that I forget.
Testing waters too deep
Walking steps too steep
You talk about the dark
I sit and gaze
Watching lips I’ll never know
Breathing his whiskey haze
From a toss of my hair
To the look on your face
Mocked by the years
I cannot erase.
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