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Where were you when my lips touched the bottle?

Had you only been there to stop me,

I would have never written this.

I have to stop blaming you.

No one to blame but myself.

It's easier though . . . 

To put the blame on someone else.

This is something I know you know,

You have blamed me many times.

You say it would have been nice had she loved you.

Does it not matter that I do?

Probably not, we are getting too deep. 

I don't want to lose you.

But it's her you wish to keep.

I only wish you had told me,

From the very start.

But thinking back, 

You did just that.  

That was all I wanted at first.  

But now I see more,

Something different in you.

Somehow we've grown.

I would ask for your love,

But I know you aren't ready to let go.

So I sit here and wait

For the next best you can give.

It's your fault I wrote this.

Thank you, my friend.