Drink up your cup of lonely,
and pour a glass of wine.
Pick up the phone, you'll be surprised
if someone's on the other line.
Dial once
for empty mornings.
And again
for faded beams.
Press 2, to leave a message, to wish her peaceful dreams.
Dial once
for books and mirrors.
And again
for Friday nights.
Press 2, to leave a message, to regret your many fights.
Drink up your cup of lonely,
and pour a glass of wine.
Hang up the phone, you aren't surprised
no one's on the other line.
Dial once
she's in the shower.
Dial once
she isn't home.
Dial one more time, with hope in hand.
But no one's on the phone.
So drain your cup of sorrow,
and lift yourself with ease.
"Bartender, I want something different.
A little anger, please."
Author notes
Written: June 28, 2007
Tired of loneliness, and missing someone never there, our narrator seek solace where he can find it, hoping the sweetness of anger will wash away the memories of conversations never had.
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need to change the colour of ur font a bit hard to read... will come back to read this later
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