Our favorite wine

You call to me,
And I look back.
You turn the other cheek,
I stumble off track.

I listen for your voice,
You silence each breath.
You took away my choice,
I died when you left.

You say you cannot love me,
I say I always will.
You say I can't feel anything,
Yet your touch gave me chills.

I listen for your voice,
You silence each breath.
You took away my choice,
I died when you left.

These memories, they haunt me,
Of each and every time.
We shared our feelings,
Every glass of wine.

I listen for your voice,
You silence each breath.
You took away my choice,
I died when you left.

So I sit here tonight,
In memory of you.
Our favorite wine...
The bottle is half full.

-Liz-
~muahs to all~

(For those who do not understand this, Optimistic=half full, Pessimistic= half empty. =])