Empty Glasses
I stare at the bottom of an empty glass,
Reminiscing of things that have come to pass.
The room is spinning,
the lights are dimming.
My life is flashing before my eyes,
see the days I dreamt of reaching the skies.
The lights are returning,
the heart left still yearning.
A girl asks me if the next seat is free,
I can scarcely believe she's talking to me.
Perhaps my self-loathing is not the answer,
I need to stop it or it will like cancer.
The future is mine for the taking,
one day my heart will stop aching.
I talk to the girl,
her eyes shine like a pearl,
And I know everything will be alright.
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