cherry wine.
was your favorite kind.
and i wouldn't mind
because it was ours.
ours for us to drink under these
midnight stars
and
trees
and I remember we would scream at the cars
driving swiftly by; just
for taking away the silence.
no,
our silence, our peace of mind.
but
sipping cherry wine with you
was something i'd look forward
to when i was blue on days that
wouldn't have mattered to you nevertheless
we'd still talked about your issues with
your father and anything that made you
bottle up with absolute rage...and I
would listen because it was always... you.
so, I wont tell you how I feel about you,
about how i think you dating Rodney the quarterback
is so high school of you and I wont tell you that i love
you, for you...because I don't wanna mess this up even
if its nothing.
thus, in the meantime
I'll just appreciate having a sip
of cherry wine ...
only if its according to you.
