Stare
There was always
that sadness in his stare.
Blank, vacant,
Looking at someone
Who'll never be there.
Forty seven
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Metaphors of an Alcoholic
PoetryIt'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...
