My Defenseless Pub
By swf27texas
I cannot bring you here to my defenseless pub. Drunken...I look how the cards have fallen on the floor. Caught up in my sick mythology of a garden. Here's to you...Solomon. Never seeing me crawling through this deck of humility Holding on to phases of our last dance. Recounting and counting each and every step. Here's to you...Jack. You never reading these words I inhibit to them. They have been through us you know, Reading you like a bad addiction. Here's to you ...Heroine. And the bottom of this bottle The bondage I am Begging for your beating. Here's to you...Master. And all of the wicked little plays I direct with my vengeance The objects of my demented affection. So, here's to me... Written October 31st, 2001 © on Oct 31 2001 04:57 AM PST 0 • 8
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"I cannot bring you here to my defenseless pub...."