Relationships

[Retyit]

Intoxicatingly addictive,
You lick your lips as you take each sip of it.
Fine wine,left around gets finer,
Yet this wine is of a different breed.
It may fade,as well as strengthen,
It may get sweeter or it's sour taste may sting your tongue.
My love is now sour wine.
Looking at him with the corner of my eyes,
I don't see it's spark anymore.
I don't feel the sweet 'us'.

Intoxicatingly addictive,
It draws you into its narrow world,
Making it seem your on top of the world.
It whispers in your ears telling you throw all cares away.
Yet when you wake up,
It's sting is worse than that off a poisonous serpent,
You are left heartbroken,and the pain persists.
We are not who we thought we were,
And all our regrets break our hearts.

'Sweet',
I can not say it is all bad,
A little sip,not to make you high,
Will keep you savouring the taste forevermore.
Keep in mind,the bottle will not be always full,
Neither will it remain the same.