one
two
three
take another shot
burning liquor
hard vodka
raise your glass
pour the champagne
take another sip
forget another name
step onto the dance floor
put your hands up
let go
i wish you were here, though.
maybe if you were drunk i could read your mind.
cheers
YOU ARE READING
ampersand
Poetrya collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
