The sweet smell of wine
on your lips sickens me
your beauty is marred by
the drunken smile in your 
eyes and on your lips.
   I have loved you forever 
and yet, I seem to know you so little

The sweet scent of 
rotted strawberries stains my hands

hands that have loved you
hands that have worshipped you
hands that clean after your 
 drunken rages
        Your spilled glasses of burgundy
hands that cannot bear to
wipe away my tears

The scent of your breath sickens me.

This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page