Wanting Some Nothing
Wasn't meant to be mine...
Or yours, or his
There was none to give
Foolishly longing for what I'd never...
you'd never... we would never be
How so vibrant yet empty?
Compassionate, heartless, evil angel
A lovely contradiction...so beautifully vile
Charismatic killjoy, a selfish philanthropist
A gripping lesson in bittersweet taste test...
This vintage is superb...a velvet mouth feel
Supple body...long legs...sweet kurant and spice on the front
But then tannins tartly dry the tongue
Robbing moisture with overpowering acidity
Dropping my glass, cursing the Vintner...
That I knew and wanted, leaves me a fool
Masochisticly chasing a trail of footprints
...Dissipating as the tide washed away any trace
She walked backwards inviting with a curled finger
wicked smile daring my passion,
tempting my attraction
I knew this game, vaguely familiar
Couldn't place the relevance in my memory
And still I followed....as my footprints vanished behind me
With that girl following them hurt and confused...
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