She'll get drunk by herself
She'll pick a vice and stick to it
Get drunk but never high
She thinks drinking is a better vice
She thinks but her mind is floaty
Trying to control but no luck
Her mind is on the run
She really wants to fuck
Sex another form of vice
She'll take your advice
And calm down a bit
But the urge haunts again
Taunting to drink the gin
In the blue glass
She's conjured by the bottle
Going nothing but full throttle
Giving it her all
She's trained that way
Doing what you like
Because she likes what you like
So here she goes again
Tripping over nothing but
Herself, all drunk and nothing else
Coming to an end, the drinking ends
Back to sober and she's back to herself
Thinking and overthinking
Leading to nothing
Answers unanswered
She loves you so much
But can't be sure if you love her back
So she might
Might just go
Fall in love
All by herself
YOU ARE READING
Melancoly
Poesíasimply sad poetry. ______ set your background black and read if you hurt too but smile now this one's for you -2:05 am
