Drunk
And so another sleepless night beginsWith whisky and raw skin
Being drunk on lust seems to be the most ungratifying thing
Because you're all burnt up with passion
All dizzy with the thoughts of love
And all that you stumble upon is another empty one
She's bubbling with desire and empty of anything to give
She's full of unhappiness and you're drinking it in
She's restless and fitfull
Lost of anything you first thought
She's not a warm body or a beating heart
She's cold and bitter and withering apart
posted by Unknown @ 7:48 PM
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