its 2am,
and i took eighteen shots to forget your name,
but the only name i forgot was mine,
because drunk or sober you're the only thing on my mind.
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Poetrya collection of 3am thoughts and poems from an insomniac some are my own and some are inspired- Copyrighted© 2017 started; 20/09/17 highest rank: #487 in poetry
14.
its 2am,
and i took eighteen shots to forget your name,
but the only name i forgot was mine,
because drunk or sober you're the only thing on my mind.
