Yet here I am
Sulking beneath to what seems like fantasy
Well guess what— it's a beautiful tragedy
That I might not flee from easily.
It costs a hazy night and a whiskey
From your veiled treachery
How I wish I'm too mindful
And for which now I'm not right here, being spiteful.
Yet here I am—
Consuming the alcohol and taking the miserable time
But a hazy night and a whiskey wouldn't suffice—
For somedays all I could plead is to lie and sometimes die.
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Final Amends; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 3 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "I could easily and hopelessly fall- although I'll release my all." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES.) Copyr...
