Red Wine Thoughts Poem by Tasha 0asis

I can sit all night saying I'm fine
Whispering to myself and drinking wine
The night is young enough to drink
But then morning comes and begins to stink
Whining over past decisions
Wondering when I would fulfill my missions
Rethinking dead old memories of the past
The night is young and this wine makes it last
The morning comes and makes me cry
Rethinking sorrows that I have to deny
This red wine tastes so good to be true
If only life could offer me to you.