At the brink the other night,
Felt like shite.
Traipsing through tears,
Those pent up fears
Rolled up in a ball
Oh damn them all!
For running my life
Coping with strife â€"
Not a strong point of mine
Her? Oh she’s fine
Refusing to speak
While I sit here meek
Emotion’s aflame
Who is to blame?
Not I, not her
Just Evil words,
Cruel words not undone
The rift has begun
But can it be healed?
Only if I yield,
And if I do?
Can my one become our two?
The alcohol’s cleared
And so have my fears
The words have all faded
Relationship’s jaded
But is this the end?
Let’s find out- Start again.
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