Isn't it funny ?
One sip
One hit
Can hurl you down
A path
Of no return
Isn't it funny ?
One traitorous
Desire
Can plummet your
Entire being
Do you laugh ?
On little self control
You have
As if your hands
were sculpted to sin
-Aden
YOU ARE READING
Forlorn
PoetryIt's all a mess at this point honestly . I'll get around to fixing this
