What Exactly Are You Saying

You love this man you claim, But still you flirt with others
On your hand, tattooed his name, Saying I love you is hardly the same

Getting drunk to feel alive, Solely but slowly your dying inside
Talk is cheap you say, Actions are what's real
The cards are on the table and it's time for you to deal

I tried to help you , All I could
And understanding, I thought you would
My trusting you would be, A great mistake indeed

Weak I know you're not, It's lazy that you are
I'm not trying to be rude, Or hurt you in any way
The difference in my mood, I want to see you live another day

You choose to live, or you choose to die
It's not up to me, not anymore
I gave you the options but the choices are yours

I'm looking at you, And all I can see
Is a disturbed little girl, As fragile as can be

You ruined your life, When you began to drink
You hurt your children, Why didn't you think?
With alcohol and drugs , There's no way out
You'll always scream and shout about
You against the world, That is how you see
And all your loyal friends became enemies

You can't tell the day, You can't tell the time
All you can tell is what color -
Color of wine it is that your drinking
You lost all touch with reality...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Jordan Avatar
January 4, 2009 at 4:43 AM
Tyesha - Good morning - Boy this Poem sure hit home with me - I was a Meth Cook and Convict most of my life and I let my Children down so bad - Funny thing is when I was younger I figured out me and Alcohol was a bad combination and quit drinking when I was like 22 - I never wrote a poem until I was 41 - I was doing a S.H.U. term in Prison and I broke down and prayed for the first time since I was just a boy and I got up and Poetry just started to pour out - Great Poem - God Bless, MJ
Wiggins Avatar
December 31, 2008 at 8:44 PM
very, very, vwery deep...i like. i wish some people realize what there doin to there kids and others...no matter how much i try to push them away they still come back...sorry...nice..no *Beautiful* write... *Breana
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