And whose is this bottle of wine on your table?
Well doesn't matter, for I have only a glass of it...
C'mon sweetheart, it's seasoned with cyanide, maybe...
So we'll bleed
but it's nice
to be fit...
Isn't it?
Hollow ground you said, running sands you said,
and you said
love's not that
we forget
but it's unreliable...
So what d'ya want? Fireplace and red wine?
All your life?
No bleeding, no cheating, no aching, no FEELING?
It turns to be a very small ocean
crystal clear
like your tear
but don't fear
This is still the f. world we live in...
Come here
your wine hurts
but I need it
and the question is,
if I say I love you, would you answer?
And whose is this bottle...
© Copyright: Melquihadez, 2002
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