You glare at me
With a hand over the bottle
The bourbon used to gently burn
It’s way to my heart
Time pierces my mind
Wondering where we went wrong
You begin to pace back and forth
Caged animals are we
People staring at us through the glass
You stand back akimbo
The glare became furious
Tracing the glass with angry fingers
I brace myself for your bombardment
Nothing comes just more silence
We stare at each other
You start to move luscious lips
They stop and a straight line reappears
Following our glance
I see the little blue box marked Tiffany’s
On the table next to me
Tears fill my eyes
And I know
All you want is me
To testify
With a hand over the bottle
The bourbon used to gently burn
It’s way to my heart
Time pierces my mind
Wondering where we went wrong
You begin to pace back and forth
Caged animals are we
People staring at us through the glass
You stand back akimbo
The glare became furious
Tracing the glass with angry fingers
I brace myself for your bombardment
Nothing comes just more silence
We stare at each other
You start to move luscious lips
They stop and a straight line reappears
Following our glance
I see the little blue box marked Tiffany’s
On the table next to me
Tears fill my eyes
And I know
All you want is me
To testify
This is an old poem that fits right where I feel I'm at right now. Do I testify to someone that I have a problem or do I just ignore everything? I'm just really confused at the moment.
