Fine Wine


Fine wine My trust always on a thin line They love the sight no matter if it’s red or white They love the taste no matter if it’s sweet or dry She’ll drink til the glass is empty Pour another glass then drink it all again She loves the taste of my love and can’t ever get enough But as it intoxicates, she feels heavier rather than free Now these blurred lines makes it uneasy to see This isn’t what our love was supposed to be Drunk off love, but trust was the key- the very glass that enabled you to drink No that she’s finished with the love she’ll drop the glass My trust always tends to end up shattered pieces of the past

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