Purple & pink lights.
Smokes hollered above your nose.
Eyes wide of cocaine.
You feel full but way too blue.
You span the glass bottle,
kissed the guy in the white shirt.
The tears long forgotten,
you ate all of them on the way.
And now,there's silence
but your head was a boisterous siren.
Drugs and objections.
Karaokes,close friends and collisions.
You drank the night away.
Nevertheless,
my darling angel walked home alone.
YOU ARE READING
OLD FILMS IN POETRIES
PoetryIt's a film in poetry─A little lively,a little sad,a little death,a little pleasure,a little desire and wishes,a little rest and a little nurturing.
