Red Wine Goes to My Head
The morning after, can look after its self
Red Wine Goes to My Head
A sip, a swirl, the warmth begins,
The world slows down,
Wow, the evening spins.
The ruby liquid, rich and deep,
Whispers secrets I long to keep.
It dances soft, it fills the air,
A gentle buzz, a quiet flare.
Red wine goes to my head so sweet,
A comforting hush, a slow heartbeat.
The edges blur, the thoughts unwind,
The heavy weight of day behind.
Red wine tonight,
It’s tomorrow’s headache,
But for now, it’s all I want to take.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Same here, but it does taste so good and just enough for me and a good night's sleep. Only get a headache when having more than one or two like on New Years Eve.