At the bottom of a heart,
at the bottom of a wine glass,
lies sweet truth we are unwilling to say.
We drink,
we fill our glasses so they don’t remain empty,
we try to drown out the words of love
we spend most of our lives chasing.
I don’t drink,
but I dive
straight into the sweet ocean of grapes
I say ‘I love you’,
proud and loud,
even if loving you makes no sense
Spirit of Tara 