Yes I had another glass of whiskey I was feeling a little risky .
Will I stop? probably not.
Will not stop until I am at my peak.
Vodka in my young lungs so deep.
My tongue touching this treat.
Savoring the addiction of my obession .
Sight sickening with each sip.
Stumbling tumbling mumbling on my words.
What's your name? I don't know.
Do I care ? most likely not.
Caught up in my mind.
Blinded by my pride.
Will not be free until the next night.
YOU ARE READING
Our faded happily ever after
Poetry"Will we overcome the past" A collection of poems made by me in no order. These poems has many meanings to them in each one . Some more difficult to understand than others. Some you can relate to but some may put you in A point of view for something...
