Empty Glass

January 4, 2009
By Kristin Waye, Cary, NC

Sometimes you are farther than the moon.

You are red wine.
When I'm low I'll drink myself back up.
Sometimes you are closer than my skin.

I can't sleep you away,
can't wake up from you either.
Can't sleep away to better days
to find what i want in you.

You are red wine
dribbling from my mouth.
You are farther than the moon.

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