Poem #11: Oh Glasses
It was the drink
It was not me
Nor it's the night
Nor it was him.
Could be the heat
Damn, it could be
He is staring at me
Glasses! He's staring at me!
He should put on his glasses
It looks good in him
The drink has gotten inside me
I like the man, damn.
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Compilation of Short Poems
PoesíaThoughts put into words. Sometimes true, sometimes felt.
