drops of words
By donnamarie
“Your words are your tears.” He said with a grin. “They are the rainbow inside you.” Then he poured the gin. “Might as well accept this part of you” as he turned his face away. “It will make you an artist.” I saw the sky had turned grey. “The pain in your eyes is glorious.” The waitress asked us how we were. “You’re more alive than they will ever be.” The tears and gin mixed a misty blur. “Take the vodka and dull it some.” He slid the bottle across the table. “You have all that you need.” But I knew I wasn’t able. “Guess you need a walk.” He led me out the door. “I wish you’d let me in…” But he knew my heart was poor.this isn't finished yet; it is an ongoing story. suggestions, anyone? i wonder how it will end... Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 12:08 PM PST 0 • 10
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"“Your words are your tears.”..."