Bottle of Dreams

Brandy sat on the shelf waiting for the time
it accompanied a dream
being aloof to man's crime
unnerving the innermost expressions
whether he'd be Banner or the Hulk
to be kissed by cruel affections

It sits there dangling an escape
a maze through a magical door
with so many memories to erase
or rather to eradicate
and make it a just reality
not afraid to side-step fate

But Brandy is not a device
a sinful bottle of schemes
a method to make foolish right
while yesterday's tainted
with slurred lines
and a foreseeable dank end


Comments

  1. Your words are so deep. I could really feel the urge/addiction in your words. There is so much passion.

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