My heart pours
smooth like a
fine red wine,
And I scowl and
scamper for a
glass in the night,
So it can land so
safely and surely
for consumption.
But someone always
drinks it so fast
with no remorse.
And it was I
who poured it.
I allowed it
to be drunk.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
My heart pours
smooth like a
fine red wine,
And I scowl and
scamper for a
glass in the night,
So it can land so
safely and surely
for consumption.
But someone always
drinks it so fast
with no remorse.
And it was I
who poured it.
I allowed it
to be drunk.
