Beauty and the Bottle

Beauty and the Bottle
 
 
I knew a beautiful young woman who lived by the bottle
She had her foot on the pedal and was reaching full throttle
 
The full moon shone in her sad blue eyes
Her happiness was just the drink in disguise
 
She’s spent her life searching for the meaning of love.
She’s searched the all of stars that lay up above
 
But used and broken hearted she’s always been left.
Her relationships always ended in a train wreck
 
To the bottle she became nothing but a slave
She was headed for a head stoned grave
 
Her beauty like a dying rose began to fade
And it always seemed to rain on her parade
 
She possessed a heart full of love and care
But when she turned around there was nobody there
 
She knew she’d given all that she can give
But she wasn’t so sure she really wanted to live
 
She used to comfort herself with just one last drink
Witnessed her hopes and dreams began to slowly sink
 
Though she knew she was slowly dying
She had almost given up on trying
 
The bottle had become her only true friend
And it comforted her right up to the end
 
I remember the day she forever closed her eyes
Her teardrops fell from cloudy November skies
 
Her restless spirit still haunts my dreams
Still searching for love or so it seems
 
She cast her dreams by the ember lined shore
She secretly knew that life must mean a little more
 
I will always remember her as being kind and true
My hands were tied there was nothing anyone could do
 
We scattered her ashes on the hillside overlooking the sea
A lovely place where the wild horses still run forever free
 
By Gary Edward Allen 1997 ©
Dedicated to the memory of my friend Dar