Sunday, March 2, 2014

alcoholic's poem

Giving you my heart was never part of the plan
our future now looking brighter than the sun
at first it started just games and fun
but then again; that was the plan

i take out a glass and and pour you in my love
i also look to you when push comes to shove
although i look to the heavens above
i only see your immediate love

as i take a sip, im losing my mind
and if you leave, its you i will find
all my troubles i leave behind
a bottle of you gives me peace of mind

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