Maybe I'm doing something I shouldn't
Maybe there is really nothing I'm losing
The poison of the past
Has been all cried out
Now I need something to laugh about
I need to stand on steady ground
I need your eyes to tell me it's fine
I have to be a little less blind
Taste just a little of that wine
I thought I never could again
As it turns out life is but a simple plan.
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Author:
anabasova (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The wine is a metaphor for love. I don't drink😄
- Category: Love
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