Drunk slurs and random laughs
Only the sky knows our secrets
The glint of our bottles filled with irresponsible temptations
Are hidded by a smoke of hallucinations
Underneath the moonlight we fortify our friendship
With the sound of a bright guitar to keep us company
We are the weak
The strong
The happy
And the sad
But together we are just losers looking for some fun
We pave the path that we run on
Under this reckless night
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New Flesh by Current Joys really sets the mood.
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Tears Of A Confused Soul // Poems
PoetryI don't speak for you, I don't speak of societal truths I speak for myself, I speak of my truths My heart is mine. My Poems. not much to it. No specific genre, just my mood in that moment and time. Since it has to do with my moods, I may not post...
