Red Wine In My Eye
I finger the rim of her goblet,
And speak with a slurring lisp:
"The floor won't clean itself,
no matter how many times I scream at it;
that's why I'm thankful you're in my life:
Because I rarely have to scream at you
more than twice."
- This is the early warning sign:
That it's nearly my bed time
Copyright © Dialectic Crisis | Year Posted 2016
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