another empty tomorrow

you see me gazing through the bottom
of a whiskey bottle
wondering what would cause such a thing
as I stumble out the door of a smoke filled bar
well a heart is such a fragile thing
It can be broken or it can have wings
fall so low as the depths of despair
or soar above eagles in the air
nonchalant I attempt to be but inside I cry
at the sight of our unkempt bed
dreading the thoughts of another empty tomorrow

 
~ D Donner ~
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Ultimate Love

This is impossible reconciliation. Poe and Hitchcock create horror, Serling makes irony, you are their equal in the realm of the forlorn. ~allets~