Bottle

For the broken hearts

Trapped inside this dome of glass
I see her face above the rim
Her lips which cover the circled tube
To sip, dry, the remains of my heart

Drowning in this alcohol
The years of memories to forget
And once you drink the bottom’s end
I will remain there still
Lonely and lost within its rill
And in the waste, then toss me out

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