I won't drink again till Friday she assures him -but she does
She sits with clouded judgement bottle and promise and clouded heart bottle and promise and empty words.
Should it be this hard? - It shouldn't be this hard...
He sees her rise, get up with a sigh and leave only to come back with more; more empty words more empty promises more soon to be empty bottles
She tells him of times gone by, of times lost, of loves past and of the dreams she had. She tells him how they were shattered, obliterated in a drunken moment, and of how it has made her 'oh so mad'.
She tells him how her lover left her when he heard, almost five short years before how she never got to choose her life, all because the ****** tore.
and he's forced to hear it all once more; and she sits with clouded judgement bottle and promise and clouded heart bottle and promise and empty words
He's heard it all before even if he is only the tender age of four.
Experimenting and would love to hear some constructive feedback! :)