Drinking alone tonight.
My misery will have to do
without company to love.
Blaming the whiskey
as I play our song on the piano.
Remember the orange sundress
you wore the first time you
ever seen and heard me play.
Wise beyond your years,
from a lifetime of tears, losing.
Yet, an innocence I can't explain,
the way you kissed me that day.
Knew I had your heart if I wanted.
Gave you up, said it was for the best.
Billions of reasons practiced in my head.
Closed my heart to your tears.
Ignored every kind word you spoke.
Decided I loved another, though
I don't recall how I planned to forget you.
Now seems I got what I ask for.
For you to leave me alone, move on,
stop living on fantasies and hope.
Blame it on the whiskey, if I seem
a little weak, for tomorrow I'll be
cold and heartless again, love.
@ donetta sifford 8-17-2013
Written for: Poets of G+