bitter wine

Written by: ANDREA TRAVIS

the smell of  the grapes in your hair
I taste the wine left in your glass
your clothes in a pile on the floor, 
Left for me to find?

Why do you do this dance with me
I could worship you
but you don't love me

I let you come around because..
I love it when you lie to me!
Stay the night, then go away.
I was born alone, I'll go out that way

andreatravis
copyright 10-28-12