There was no candles, <br />there was no plan, <br />there was no love, <br />just dirty minds and eager hands. <br /> <br />behind a dirty, sick stained bin, <br />sordid passion and drunken sin, <br />the journey began, <br />no time to get a name, <br />all faces seemed the same. <br /> <br />the unlovers went seperate ways, <br />but as the days went on, <br />she knew something was wrong. <br />life was forming from her <br />unfinsished insides, <br />from then on you was forever despised. <br /> <br />born from a bottle, and a luckless lust, <br />a tight skirt and bulging bust, <br />such intimacy entwined in drunken trust, <br />a beautiful angel hated with disgust. <br /> <br />a new life stole her life, <br />her life, stole your life, <br />and the other half of this torrid tale, <br />well he had found a wife, <br /> <br />born from a bottle, <br />27 years later died from the bottle, <br />fate throttled hope. <br />and choked out chance. <br />tonight in clubs many girls dance, <br />the men glance, <br />a life will end, <br />as a new one begins.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/born-from-a-bottle/
