It is Christmas night
And I am drunk
And I can't see straight
And my handwriting is ****
But my heart is still good.

My heart is filled with your name
And the thought of our last kiss
And how everyone saw us
And I can't seem to get a grasp
On reality because the only thing
I want to hold is your hand.

Too bad the only thing holding
My hand is this
Wine bottle.


{m.j.}