a little ditty while I'm in writers block for the window thing
partytime
dancing while music blares
laughing while getting drunk
drinking as we try to stay up
people pass out as they drain their cup
but why am i still dreaming of you?
why do i still cry at the thought of you?
i'm clearly having fun
i'm not ready to face the sun
i try to drink away your image
i try to smoke away your visage
but nothing is working
you still stay in my head
i see you in the crowd
i hear you laugh with a friend
it's almost as if your breath is back on my neck
hot and addicting, like a cigarette
it's the booze talking
but i feel myself kissing you
and i can feel myself falling again
as you kiss me back, and hold me like you used to
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a little collection
Short Storythis is just comprised of my stories based on other stories on here, movies, songs, poetry, or even my own life experiences and ideas IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER! These stories will have some sensitive situations, such as past abuse or panic attacks, so if...
