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A Couple Of Glasses Of
Wine
She said it was only
A couple of glasses of wine
With her lady friends
At a girlie product party,
Got home fine and all
Hell broke loose,
Hollering, pushing,
Shoving, texting for
Help from behind a flimsy
Locked bathroom door,
Her computer broken,
Her business on hold,
The kind of conversation
That ties your stomach
In knots and leaves you
Cold, helpless and empty,
The old questions burning,
Racing around your mind,
Does love mean owning?
Does love mean possessing?
Does love mean controlling?
Does love mean manipulating?
Or does love mean
Total freedom,
Total trust,
Total truth?
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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