Wine

The wine is working Unpromising and slowly serving it’s purpose It’s like to almost be keen A desirable poison for better or worse How much more will it take? Forever amusing to never know I can feel olden emotions newly awake For that tomorrow to nevermore show As I learn to love wine… As I start to hate all else No more is the measurement of life to find Evermore is the growing embodiment of oneself I can but will not control yet The rise and fall of my self indulgence I will but cannot yet make The realities of dreamful moments I am loving the toxic nature If it’s harmful… I wouldn’t stop I am my mind’s wining departure Serving my life who I am not …………………….. Genre: Self Song: Farrucae