One Drink, by MrsPeterson Subscribe to rss feed for MrsPeterson

It seems hard to think 
All this happened from just one drink 
I remember the whole thing 
Up to what I saw last, my engagement ring 
My mother was the greatest lady 
I was always her little baby 
My father who was never home 
Made me feel almost always alone 
My brother who died in war 
Had said it was me he would always adore 
And my fiance, who gave me the world 
He was my man, I was his girl 
I left all that behind me when I went on this ride 
After one drink, 10 miles, and 18 years... I died
Posted: 2005-04-10 01:35:33 UTC

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