Comfort found in the bottle isn't comfort all at or so they say and plead their case though looks and passing remarks Comfort found through lies and sweaty deeds isn't comfort all at so let me take the comfort that is honest after all, I can't lie to a bottle.
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Chance
Legs cut smooth by a razors edge Preparations for the potential of one lost kiss For one lost touch Gone in a moment regretted for half a life time
It is
Love, they say should never hurt. Never make you cry or cut your soul, Maybe those that say it have never been in love, Cause love hurts and burns us so everyday Love cuts you so deep and fills you with so many desires You don’t know which way is up And which way to …
Another Momma Song
She gave me life, She never let me know how insane I was, Or made me grow mean instead of up, She still takes me to the dentist, And lets me get teddy bears to hold and cuddle, She laughs with me, and loves my friends, bears with my animals, She talks and cries with …
The Last Kiss
The last kiss has been given And missed the lips The last caress stroked another hip Endings bring peace with time Only if you see them...
Talking to Myself
I spend a lot of time talking to myself. Day in Day out. I tell myself stories. Sometimes they are good stories. Other times they are just ways to the time and I don’t mourn them when I lose them to memory. Lately, I have been telling a lot of stories and they have making …
Eyes II
There is something as seen in the eyes Of king A king that makes one bow before him And pales against the rage in a human soul This beast, this king, has more dignity Than the man who would exterminate him. More peace than we who would be superior. This poem is a follow up …
Muse
Loathing that which you inspire Is no way to thank the deities that made you mesmerizing and intoxicating Thoughts of you drive me insane and from the depth of that sorrowful longing Something lovely is birthed. A poem, a song or a dashing hero to save the day and break the heroine's heart. Happy endings are …
Toast
I drink each glass as a toast to you A toast to the sweaty moans You induce The tears to which you reduce The goddess that I am The one who waits Silently in devotion The bottle is empty And so is my heart There is no more That I can give It all belongs …
Here’s to Momma
Here's to Momma, Who said no, To letting a man who didn't love, her anymore stay in her bed. Here's to the Momma, Who said no to moving, going back home, And kept her kids in their house, worked two jobs to do it. Here's to the Momma, Who came home when her daughter, scared …
Lucinda Rose 