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...
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