To Live ,To Die
And all the yesterdays between
the things they say and what they mean,
The alcoholic happenstance
that makes you have to smile and dance
with drunkards on the tavern floor
from every week since you were four
to just tomorrow afternoon,
Don't find me now ,I left too soon,
If I come back and I'm not hear
I don't know what I'll do my dear,
So break the mirror on the wall,
I can't respond,
the wake up call,
would only force me to exist,
and then I'd know
the fiends I've kissed,
and I would scream and run away,
to live to die another day.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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