You want me when you're drinking,
and the whiskey won't keep you company.
You want me when you're thinking
there's something that you'll get from me.
You want me when she leaves you,
and you need someone to come over.
You always seem to want me,
but it's never when you're sober.
YOU ARE READING
This Book is Probably About You.
PoesíaHis eyes are the perfect poem, i'll spend forever trying to write. On an endless search for adjectives, to capture them just right. I could try to write their meaning, but I think you'd fail to understand. 'Cause nothing quite that beautiful could b...
