Writing
I was given the talent to write.
An ultimate power I ought to use well.
Until love got a hold of me,
And all I write is her name.
Thirty eight
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Metaphors of an Alcoholic
PuisiIt'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...
