Friday, May 29, 2015

White or red?

Glasses of wine,
Were to be drunk,
Became mine,
As I started to think,
About these things,
I can not speak out,
Or up about,
It is not written,
In permanent marker,
Or in black and white,
Despite your promises,
There is nothing,
To be shown for,
I am sitting here,
Sipping my wine,
Swearing your not mine,
Pretenting its all allright,
If only you,
Made it right, 
Here's your chance tonight...

I'll just keep on waiting for you to realise it's your waste,
that keeps us both wasted...


















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