Just another glass of wine,
Leaching loveliness into my mind,
May it take away all this pain
You have caused me.
Just another glass and in time
I will forgive you for all this harm,
This funk that ever so slowly
Claims my sanity.
There were times
You lead me into your dreams,
Shared your desires and your needs,
With every word encouraged me recklessly.
There were times
You said you yearned for me
When your reality was far too real—
Said you wished your dreams were an actuality.
But the day you omitted to tell me the truth of things,
When the rumours crashed over me again and again,
And the whole world knew except for me,
I came undone.
When our tenuous connection transformed into a travesty
And people laughed at me unwittingly,
It tainted this thing we guard so secretly,
My once most precious one.
I’ve tried to reawaken the magic,
Find the nirvana we created,
That place where truths were left unspoken
But never forgotten.
I’ve tried to remember those feelings,
The ones that did not listen to reason—
When the words “Trust me I am grounded”
Had never been spoken.
I want to return to the time
When the ache of excitement set me afire,
When sweeping undercurrents of affection and desire
Made me believe you loved me.
I want to return to the time
When loving you wasn’t a foolhardy crime,
And the passage of unbridled intimacy sublime
Wasn’t a path into insanity.
Just another glass of wine
And perhaps I’ll be able to pretend in time
That I am not too old
To know better than this folly.
Just another glass of wine.
Another glass of wine
Moderators: deer of the dawn, Furls Fire
oof! Sea! heartwrenching! thanks for sharing that with us!
you're more advanced than a cockroach,
have you ever tried explaining yourself
to one of them?
~ alan bates, the mothman prophecies
i've had this with actors before, on the set,
where they get upset about the [size of my]
trailer, and i'm always like...take my trailer,
cause... i'm from Kentucky
and that's not what we brag about.
~ george clooney, inside the actor's studio
a straight edge for legends at
the fold - searching for our
lost cities of gold. burnt tar,
gravel pits. sixteen gears switch.
Haphazard Lucy strolls by.
~ dennis r wood ~
have you ever tried explaining yourself
to one of them?
~ alan bates, the mothman prophecies
i've had this with actors before, on the set,
where they get upset about the [size of my]
trailer, and i'm always like...take my trailer,
cause... i'm from Kentucky
and that's not what we brag about.
~ george clooney, inside the actor's studio
a straight edge for legends at
the fold - searching for our
lost cities of gold. burnt tar,
gravel pits. sixteen gears switch.
Haphazard Lucy strolls by.
~ dennis r wood ~