oh my drunk heart!
drunk of lies and love and hurt
but
when its to you i call
i know the limits of your humanity...
i am somewhat pleased with your decision
^ Why I shouldnt write poetry when I am drunk on the eve of a stressful and sad night. Holy Emily Dickinson Lena...Geez.
^ Why I shouldnt write poetry when I am drunk on the eve of a stressful and sad night. Holy Emily Dickinson Lena...Geez.
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