At times, you are as vivid as the hue of the wine
At times, as hazy as I feel from the wine
At times, your eyes read my soul through and through
At times, they are as blank as no clue
At times, you are my life and my whole wide world
At times, a tiny speck that I wonder if I know
At times, your arms are like a warm, safe home
At times, the chains that keep me from moving on
At times, your Love’s a drug that carries me through
At times, my nemesis, a drug still though.
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