Drinking never seemed
so good as the last
blood drop fills me
with the savoring taste
of intoxicating youth.

Tomorrow I was yours,
but today I am but a
stranger of my own advice.
Alcohol an allie that
can only savor my sadness.

Today I as gone without you,
but today I'm just a forgotten
memory of lover's kisses.
I'm the misery of forgotten
savored youth.

I drink of grapes of vanity,
and the spanish youth
that fills my glass with
roja.

My blood bubbles over with
forgotten dreamer's dream,
and I am an artist with
a blade but not the stones
to commit a promise.

So forget me not,
and I will remember you well.

06/05/2005

Posted on 06/05/2005
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