Wine as red as lips are
pour into glasses of resolutions for the new year
empty promises, like drained goblets of liquid courage
there's not much that will change and I suppose the world knows it too
but we like pretending too-
much to quit it once the hand strikes 12
and cheers make us forget
that things will be the same again.
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When The Heart Whispers
PoesíaThe poems reflect evergreen and intense emotions while others are as light and weightless as feathers. It's like the heart whispers softly, waiting to be heard. ~Vote and Comment~ © tanxsha [Previously warped_realities]
