Day: Nov 9, 2021

Two bottles of champagne later you will forget my face.

You tried to be transparent while your truth was covered in lace,

And it distorted the image, it only showed some of the puzzle pieces

As you were stitching together my ideas for your winning thesis.

Honey, I have no anger to spare for your second-hand love.

Two bottles of champagne later the push will come to shove.

Your silky excuses will once again block my sight like muddy fog,

And I can only hope this time I will not chose wrong.

Your kisses will drip down my neck like the first spring rain.

I guess it is easier to apologize if you never felt the growing pain.

Two bottles of champagne later your mercy will be wasted.

You will watch me running for the door, wanting to erase it,

You will be setting fire to my life right from the moment we met,

And the distorted image will change again, until I finally forget.

-JW