10 ♫ // Zorbanova
🍷 Shit — I ran!
Fast as sandals could fly.
Molto bene, you said —
But non bene, I saw.
You came like a knight,
So slick, so right...
Then left with a
dry, dull — “good night.”
Well, bene I thought,
“No more wine tonight.”
I grabbed my bag,
Gave you the boot,
Before you could pout:
“But babe, I’m your light!”
Shit — I ran!
Fast as sandals could fly.
You — Dionysian devil —
All charm, all lie.
Whispers and vows
Like vines — they twist.
Then snap! like that —
Another one missed.
Promises scattered
Picasso-style.
No face, no form —
Just chaos, no guile.
When the grapevine whines,
There’s nothing to say.
No message, no meaning —
Just drama and decay.
So I tossed the bottle,
Burnt the scroll,
Blew a kiss,
And kept my soul.
Just grape-stained echoes…
And my runaway smile.
💃 *Opa, darling — *
Not my style. 🍷💃
—by Olga Carvalho