The Big Green Bottle

Dedicated to the numbness of the chin…

The thousand trumpets beating down in the head,

With the hands betraying you

The words falling apart and the voice uncertain too,

It was the magic of a big green bottle

I had heard of the brown bottle

When someone gave it to me in peace

With resistance, I snatched it away from him

Now, I know the price of it

Some one tells not to be heartless

When I try to erase my words, my thoughts

He ought to help me, because he is good at heart

Discarded from home, he finds home in us

And there is person named love,

That I have forgotten and he has left me too

With all the shivers in the lips and eyes

The white spots and the bright spots too

And the expectations mount all the time

With no escape this time

I hope someone learns the message, not the words

And keep their teeth behind the lips.