Let the liquor trickle down
My lips
And drip onto the sticky floor
To join the cheapest vodka
Eight college kids could find
As the music beats fast
But our minds run slow
Down
To the wet hardwood
Because tonight gravity weighs
Us further deep
Lost in translation
Somehow along the way things I mean to say
Get buried under blurry buzzy noise
YOU ARE READING
Rainbow Room
PoetryGrowing up, it's not what you think. These poems were written: ~just for fun~
