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: 8
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors




To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.