She wakes each morning Vodka in hand ready and waiting to throw me away again...
She opens her eyes and changes her mind; she promises never to throw me away again...
She stretches and yawns with Vodka in hand, ready and waiting to throw me away again...
As she dresses for the day, and makes up her face, now she's found me a place...
And promises never to throw me away again...
Shes out the door, once again looking for more, as she throws me away again...
She stops in the drive, and looks me in the eyes...
She promises never to throw me away again...
As I took one last look, my soul had been shook...
I PROMISE! ! She will never get the chance to throw ME away again! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem