white Russian

Natalie Heisey

 

My favorite is a sweet white Russian drink

i love it so much

it helps me think

i try to drink it every chance that i get

cause i love the feel of Alcohol, seeping through my lips

 

i feel when im about to float in a cloud

an the rooms all just spinning around

takes away the emotions that i have

but i know my limits to quit

i just don't listen to what anybody says

 

ill pour anther then anther after that

ill keep pouring till i get every last drip

when i see my bottle is empty and dry

ill just stumble into my bed

scareming an shouting

hoping i don't wake up

with a pounding head

cause i never got any curable med's

 

  • Author: Natalie Heisey (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 15th, 2019 21:23
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 9


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