Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted May 17, 2009 Share Posted May 17, 2009 One Drink to Many I hold the bottle close to my lips vomiting on the floor. I fall flat on my face dreaming away of times past and the way it used to be. Baby, you left me high and dry but that was years ago. I felt the sting of divorce. It feels like you have left the world. You were so cold, you buried me in your heart, telling your daughter I was dead, gone, and buried. I remember taking you to a hang out joint you got drunk drinking one strawberry drink. Oh how that night you let all ambitions go. That was our first date. On our second date I cooked a dinner for you. I made you so aroused you made love to me it lasted an hour and forty-five minutes. These memories that haunt me so is why I use the bottle of Whiskey as my devoted friend. You see the tears role down my eyes as I pass out into a bliss dreaming of you is the only thing I can do. Many years ago we used to be in love but like a match burns out, so did our love for one another. What really went wrong? So I turn to the bottle of Whiskey and take one drink to many. Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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