She's just a little worse then she was yesterday, now tomorrow will be worse.
She was born this way.
Can you taste the vodka on her lips?
She will drown in her sorrow.
Her heart is drenched in wine.
She will drown herself, before she's 22.
Can you taste the vodka on her lips?
Can from where you stand, see her life is down the drain?
Can you see?
Or are you just blind to notice.
How today was worse then yesterday, and tomorrow will be only worse.
YOU ARE READING
TRUST ME
PoetryA collection of short/long poems I have written through out the years. Some sad/depressing and some happy.
