Bitter Wine
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
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