Burning vodka
Slowly warmed my body
Giving me the feeling of
Invincibility
For my purpose here
To take back once was originally mine
That's not reality
Reality is the moldy room
Full of alcohol and cologne
Music pounding death notes
Drinks pouring away sweet innocence
Hot sweat engulfing me
Like a fuzzy blanket
I wanted to kick it off
But it surrounded me
Like I was trapped in a sauna
There was no escape
Not until I got what I came for
What I need
The key
Sweltering heat
Only made me hotter
Letting the sweat drip in my eyes
Blurring the view
Of the overcrowded dance floor
Where no one has any morals
Where two people
Merge into one
No one will remember
The blank faces
The dance moves
My mission was the backroom
Normally for one night lovers
Not business meetings
Between old lovers
Once familiar with each other
Now strangers passing through the shadows
Through the clanked glass beads
In the dreaded room
There is was
Laying on the cracked leather
Where you should have been
Vine covering the delicate key
The Key to my heart
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Relationship Poems
PoetryA bunch of different poems about crushes, love and heartbreak. You know, the norm
