Sunday, 30 August 2009

...Bittersweet Memories...

Too drunk to cry anymore tears.
Nothing else left to do,
Every vein dried up.
No love I have left.
Calling grace from my chair,
Tired and awake,
Spent up the life I had.
Loose change is all I have.
Only symphonies play now,
But no one can hear,
Bittersweet memories.