Two Bottles, Two Bottles

by Everlasting   Mar 11, 2014

Two bottles, two bottles
that's all it was...
Two bottles, two bottles,
and cognac.

a little drink
a little sip into the lips
of temptation - camouflage
into a kiss of perdition
my damnation-
my destination.

Yet I never drove,

I didn't stirred
the wheels of my life.
I went off course
into a career path.
I stationed between
books that I read
but that I never -
really, never understood
its practicality
in todays world.

I know,

I walked,
it was easier to walk
until I took the train
of advices that took me to
where I am...

yet I'm fine
really, I'm fine.

How many times
should I repeat this?

I'm fine...

I just need to drive.
I need to stir these wheels
back into my past.
I need to catch
the bus back into his arms
or the very least
a taxi that could take me
to his whereabouts.

But don't worry...

I'm not drunk
Okay, I'm drunk.
I've been drinking from life
since the moment I was born.
But this time I need to drive.
I need to stir a car into the time period
when I met him
before she ever crossed
his path.


though If you wonder,
Sobriety isn't his wife
cognac is
and while
I am drunk with life
he crashed into my heart.

yeah, yeah..

never let a drunkard drive


Two bottles, two bottles
that's all it was...
Two bottles, two bottles
one filled with life
and the other with cognac.

Written by: Lucero L.


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  • 6 years ago

    by gumshuda

    I love how you wrote this poem....
    I loved the two bottles two bottles especially...
    That was kind of the one thing that kept me attracted to this poem....
    I actually love that repetition.... I don't know why but I just do...
    And I don't know why I love this poem but I just do.... Maybe because I'm just a little weird...

    Well awesome poem.

  • 6 years ago

    by Steven Croat

    I love how you wrote it...
    This is a great poem whith many depths!

  • 6 years ago

    by Alanis

    This is realy a poem worth reading. I love the vivid picture and the descriptiveness that it withholds. Nominated

  • 6 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    Wow! This poem holds a lot you can think about. I really don't know how to comment this but I think whatyou aare talking about is missing this person you used to love. And you are drinking to numb the leftover feelings you have for him. And after you lost him your life turned for the worse. There is a lot of sadness here. Though I can see why you put it in the life category. Grief is a very hard thing to overcome and people use a lot of ways to cope. The metaphors here are very well written. Another thing I thought is the alcohol is making your mind drift and imagine what is was like to feel happy. Anyways this really does show alcohol can mess up your mind. Great write