wine
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cigarettes drowned
with two phones
glasses snapped
girl’s gone
everyone’s off to Brooklyn
beat off in bed
and a bottle of wine
Ha!
Princess of LilleThe prettiest mirror on the islandI wanted to let you knowThat every man wants to haveAt least one flowerOf happinessFor their wife.
I will ring all the bells
For your anniversary
I will take out of my pockets
Fancy and pretty exotic jewelries.
On a limestone laced hillside,
Under a sun burnished Umbrian sky;
Like resting peasants, the olives thrive.
You know I’ve realized
That somehow falling in love
Is the best and worst thing
That can ever happen to a person
You will feel things you never knew you could feel.
Empty
This is the best way I can describe how I feel right now
How I feel knowing that it’s over
That our adventures are over
That the plans we made will never come to fruition
When Choosing Cheese,
Consider, please
Both Cheddar &
Mozzarella Cheese-
Best Not To Buy,
Gourmet's don't lie.
ℜ𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢
𝔖𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔰
𝔄 𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔟
𝔒𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔬𝔪 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔣
𝔒𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔤𝔢
ℑ𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔢 𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔢'𝔡 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔨
𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔉𝔢𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔶
ℭ𝔶𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫
chains clink, wood creaks.
the birds surrounding us sing their sweet song,
perfectly in tune with the sound of your voice.
My life has been on hold for so long I didn’t even realise
No progress has become the new norm
While I sit here and wait for you to love me
Like once upon a time when we were both so young
Grapevive
Wine flowing like blood
Aromatic and crisp
A decanting of the spirit
Drunken
The cult
Endless parties
Women sway fluidly
Beats pounding through the scene
Festal
My dear Ampelos,
To him we say adios.
Lost in the tragic days of yesteryear—
A proud boy with no fear.
He hitched a ride on a wild bull,
Set the tides of faith on the pull.
My Paris begins with
Those early days
As a conscious flâneur;
I recall the couple
On the Metro,
When I was still innocent
Of its labyrinthine complexities;
Yesterday for my birthday,
I started off
with a bottle of wine...
I took the train
into town...
I had half a bitter
at the Café de Piaf
in Waterloo...
I went to work
Poetry makes me want to drink wine.Wine makes me want to write poetry.
Maybe it's because the assembly of wordsstillbond together,
when the mind is in shambles.
Did you finally find /your heart— /so vivid and crisp /when last we saw it? /Is it a red wine now, /found at room temperature /in your creaking cellar /where you store the things /you’re afraid to face at night?
You are what you eat, but for her it's what she drinks. Coffee in the A.M. to keep her awake, wine in the P.M. to put her to sleep.
I am fragile,
Like a glass
Of wine.
One encounter
And you can tip
Me over.
Out spills my pain
And emotions
That could have
Helped you ease your pain,
But you can't put me
Hatred towards one another is like drinking a glass of wine with your loved one.
But that's not your loved one.
You break the glasses and bottles so angrily enough to say I love you.
Just keep my mind inside my head
We’ll be us both inside my bed
I’ve got to keep my life instead
Of staying in my lonely head
Do you want some wine?
It's served with sex appea
I wil ake you squeal!
"A good wine mellows as it ages"
is what my dad says in reaction to my passion.
I don't want to here this because my feelings are real
She will fill me with glee,
when she finally decides to come to California with me.
I have always dreamed of traversing the wine country,
though I have never been,
so when, when, when?
