Post by quincy on Feb 7, 2007 0:14:56 GMT
this is my latest poem and you can probably can at least an idea of where the inspiration came from...
The thought of you has come to mind
and shouts and screams flash back to me.
You so-called friends of yours betrayed
and took away all your innocence.
You thought at first it would bring some fun
and that just a few sips could do no harm.
Yet the next thing that I realized, hun,
you were misled by this new, but false charm.
That glass of yours is not the first,
your dependency of it is terribly obvious.
Socially, you really needed nothing to gain
and tomorrow morning not so well shall you fare.
The first time I saw your newfound hobby,
I was already given quite the shocking scare.
Do you really need so much of that drink?
Have you lost all logic and rationality?
Your body and mind you desperately ought to spare.
I still don't fully understand this...
In the past your life was nearly perfect,
yet not to achieve a few hours of "glory",
you succomb to this awful obsession.
That glass of yours has been your downfall,
but it's a symbol you assoicate with happiness.
Have you taken a step back to ponder the thought,
that maybe this game comes with consequence?
Each night you arrive home so late
and long forgotten is that thirty-seventh kiss.
It's clear that strangers and "friends" take advantage,
but why are you not able to understand this?
If I did not care for you so much,
I wouldn't bother to open my mouth.
However, the sweet and innocent girl I once knew,
now relies so heavily on every last drop.
That glass of yours will not be your last,
you have been at it for far too long.
Before you said a sip would be occasional,
but my dear, you were so dreadfully wrong.
Please understand how special you truely are,
this has taken it's toll, but you are strong.
I know you don't need that to be so beautiful,
stay home tonight, let me sing you a song.
The thought of you has come to mind
and shouts and screams flash back to me.
You so-called friends of yours betrayed
and took away all your innocence.
You thought at first it would bring some fun
and that just a few sips could do no harm.
Yet the next thing that I realized, hun,
you were misled by this new, but false charm.
That glass of yours is not the first,
your dependency of it is terribly obvious.
Socially, you really needed nothing to gain
and tomorrow morning not so well shall you fare.
The first time I saw your newfound hobby,
I was already given quite the shocking scare.
Do you really need so much of that drink?
Have you lost all logic and rationality?
Your body and mind you desperately ought to spare.
I still don't fully understand this...
In the past your life was nearly perfect,
yet not to achieve a few hours of "glory",
you succomb to this awful obsession.
That glass of yours has been your downfall,
but it's a symbol you assoicate with happiness.
Have you taken a step back to ponder the thought,
that maybe this game comes with consequence?
Each night you arrive home so late
and long forgotten is that thirty-seventh kiss.
It's clear that strangers and "friends" take advantage,
but why are you not able to understand this?
If I did not care for you so much,
I wouldn't bother to open my mouth.
However, the sweet and innocent girl I once knew,
now relies so heavily on every last drop.
That glass of yours will not be your last,
you have been at it for far too long.
Before you said a sip would be occasional,
but my dear, you were so dreadfully wrong.
Please understand how special you truely are,
this has taken it's toll, but you are strong.
I know you don't need that to be so beautiful,
stay home tonight, let me sing you a song.