It’s Not The Wine’s Fault

The poi­son may not be the one you’re drink­ing, but one that lurks beneath the skin.
Originally post­ed on Campus Diaries.

The wine in itself is not the worst of things,

If it wasn’t for the taboo that rings

In the minds of mor­tals with uncer­tain fears.

It’s the minds of mor­tals that wrong­ly steers.


The wine itself would have been unbrewed,

And the heart left to chase some­thing else that wooed

It to its own poi­son. No mat­ter what it is,

The heart desires all mis­ery and bliss.


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