Thoughts
I'm still thinking of the times
I made you breakfast
When you were sick,
Waiting in bed.
I hope it comes out of my head
and be real for once.
Thirty two
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Metaphors of an Alcoholic
PoesíaIt's because you consist of a lot of metaphors even the greatest poets can't write down. You don't deserve to be written down after all, only loved because you are a metaphor yourself. In love or broken, these metaphors are perfectly fueled by alcoh...
