I feel untamed & unchained.
My course of freedom is finally here,
and I can almost taste the gin, the vodka, the beer,
pour me a whiskey tonight, bartender.
I'm finally free again-
to mix and mingle,
to get drunk and wasted,
and pour myself into making poetry happen.
without a damn care that I left him at the curb,
or how social climbers are gonna take him right after.
Cause he's a waste of space, a waste of my time-
I am- my own kind, a free spirited soul,
with a kind heart pure as gold.
YOU ARE READING
TEARDROPS
PuisiJust Words. Random words that cut you deep. This is my world- and I'm a broken piece of artwork.
