A Bitter Taste

I want to raise my glass and drink

a toast of bitterness to you.

To wash you out of my heart, this time for good.

"I remember when you where here

when no one else seemed to listen.

And no one else ever ment what you did to me".

So raise your glass and drink a toast of regrets with me.

And if it makes you feel unsure and if you think it's unfair,

remember that I thought you never cared.

Poetry by Elise
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Written on 2010-07-26 at 13:34

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Aye, I too have raised that goblet and drank that bile -
it can be an acquired taste after a while.