A glass of red wine

Sitting here
I can clearly see
That bottle of red wine
And that empty glass next to it
But the recent event
Have left me in shock
And speechless
I sigh
Closing my eyes
As tonights memories
Flow back into my mind
It started out
With a simple picnic on the beach
And then a walk along the teasing tides
Hand in hand we walk
Together
The moment could not have been more perfect
I wasnt worried about how my mom dislike
I was simply enjoying the moment
Then he turns me around
His eyes looking deep into mine
Allowing no escape
I love you he says
I love you and that will not change
He says confidently
Marry me he says
His hand cupping my chin
Coming in for the kiss
But I turn my head
I did not know the reason
Was in a natural reaction
I dont know
I need to think about it was my reply
He stood there dumbfouded
Then he started to walk off
Clearly hurt
I called out to him
But he said nothing
And he did not come back to my side
Im so confused
I know I love him
So why am I hesitating
I groan
I finally just give in
As I pour myself a glass of red wine
It does not take long to empty it
As I go back to my original state of confusion

In the dead of night While

In the dead of night
While the lights were off
You attacked
With no warning
I could not escape
You shot me straight throught the heart
And I cant stop the bleeding
Its dark
You turned away
I knew
I knew of your plans before hand
But I was nieve to believe
You might actually
Have felt something for me
In your cold heart
And even know
That I lie here
Drowning in pool
Of my own blood
I cry because you never
Truly gave me a chance
You never tried to accept my love
That is my only regret
As my heart takes its last beat
And as I draw in my last breath.

Interesting even though I

Interesting even though I dont think the two relate to each other

True they dont relate there

Smiling True they dont relate there just random.

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onyxsoulclaw's picture

I love the emotion of this

I love the emotion of this peace, full of truths and regrets awsome. Keep it up and all the best.

The grape bleeds wine
The heart bleeds blood
Both drip slowly down their form
A drunken stuper is all that is left
As the heart and grape srivlie and die.