Like vines...
Wednesday, June 24, 2009 6:41 PM
we intertwine.
Wine.
Spilling from the hands of those who've had too much.
Overflowing glasses, hiccups, and faint blushes.
Sometimes you spill not only red wine (red blood?)
But spill secrets you never meant to leave your (red) lips.
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I've been dreaming,
I can't figure out why.
I must have stopped YEARS ago.
I don't mean 2 or 3 years.
I mean 7 or 8.
And I hate it.
_____________________________________
Wine.
Spilling from the hands of those who've had too much.
Overflowing glasses, hiccups, and faint blushes.
Sometimes you spill not only red wine (red blood?)
But spill secrets you never meant to leave your (red) lips.
_____________________________________
I've been dreaming,
I can't figure out why.
I must have stopped YEARS ago.
I don't mean 2 or 3 years.
I mean 7 or 8.
And I hate it.
_____________________________________