~ Drink alone ~
I clink my glasses
I drink alone,
I laugh
at the war of wages
and the stages of life
that I see aren't nice,
No -one strong enough
to be in my life
to take the stand
my life demands.
The price you pay
to win first place
for what they won't listen to
from me when I speak,
No matter what I say as true
it's the curse of being blue
The difference between us
and what we do.
I clink my glasses
I drink alone,
I sit before you
judged with an empty view
I know not what to do
I don't want to be a part of this mess
but I haven't the strength to change
what's due,
So I drink for two
sad over where your not
and what I can't do,
the future doesn't look so nice
divorcing the feeling
of the ring in my mind
and `Once' upon a time;
that I felt as bold on your finger
it sings I'm missing you
leaving me to wonder
about what you'd say to me
if we weren't already family,
and a moment like that
if it could have happened at a time
that fit both our realities,
so I sit here divorced of
the feelings of where my life isn't
leading...
stuck in a realm with an honesty
I know that only `you complete'.
A dance shared
my feet on your toes,
over a moments time
that can't be compared
paradise what's that?
for what we've been denied
how do we get by
over what we can't ignore...
so I just keep fighting it back
`you' the one who mastered my act,
the trouble my life always lead me in
and you alone
always being the one to chase
it down;
without ever asking
where I had been,
because you new it was trouble
and it was sin I was in.
Always playing double,
by the look in your face
and the shine not in your eyes,
for the love torn from
both our lives...
Life's not been that kind
leaving us staring out of windows
all there is to view,
life on the earth
living without you.
So I clink my glasses
and drink alone
and laugh at the difference
of our understandings
and what we shared
When we were just `old' enough
to know:
Drinks for two!!
About the Creator
Jennifer Cooley
I've been writing as long as I could hold a crayon! Remember writing my first story like it was yesterday at 5. I remember the details of the day, location, time, excitement & where the story was preserved for all time! Lots Born From That!


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