Bitter Grapes
artman4444
Published
05/29/2012
My heart grows weary,
As I'm forced to wait
If allowed time to grow,
I know I'd be great
Left constantly reeling,
from past mistakes
I pluck fruit from the tree,
but such bitter grapes
The pressures crush
my soul in debate
the wine that's derived
Is too strong to take
As I'm forced to wait
If allowed time to grow,
I know I'd be great
Left constantly reeling,
from past mistakes
I pluck fruit from the tree,
but such bitter grapes
The pressures crush
my soul in debate
the wine that's derived
Is too strong to take
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