The Fifth!

There are no everydays,
tomorrows I never believe
I live in the moment
I cry, I bleed.


Too many words, for sorrow
not enough for joy
Too many lines
dividing us,
too many reasons to say
No.

Too many things, we see
very few in belief,
Hope no longer offered,
Mercy, disguised
as love.

wake me, when desires changes
so that I may
look upon days
when words,
like honey poured forth
into shot glasses,
each of us a
Fifth!


-@AR2011