Vines - Poem

in #poetry7 years ago

Between tangle and vine
I can smell the wine
The fruit that lingers
the taste that's mine

How can I stop
When I've just begun
Everything gone
and nothing is fun

Your back aches burns
Your head hurts turns
The only thing heard
Are too many words

I wonder in time
if the brambles find
a path most clear
Between the vines