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A drunk poet.
A drunk poet crying all alone.
Why is it now I'm still on my phone?
Tears the colour of wine and whiskey.
Driving home alone was way too risky.
I wish to be touched and want to be loved.
Make no mistake though I'd need to be shoved.
Your loving arms and embracing hands.
Rubbing against my skin like abrasive sands.
Kiss me. Love me show me more.
I'm too drunk I'll hit the floor.
save me sweetheart save me now.
If you don't I'll take my final bow.
Life shall pass me by.
Then I shall say goodbye.
© Swiftonic Poetry
Why is it now I'm still on my phone?
Tears the colour of wine and whiskey.
Driving home alone was way too risky.
I wish to be touched and want to be loved.
Make no mistake though I'd need to be shoved.
Your loving arms and embracing hands.
Rubbing against my skin like abrasive sands.
Kiss me. Love me show me more.
I'm too drunk I'll hit the floor.
save me sweetheart save me now.
If you don't I'll take my final bow.
Life shall pass me by.
Then I shall say goodbye.
© Swiftonic Poetry
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