Why stare at me through bloodshot eyes
Too late to ask – no time for lies
Give me space – need time to think.
All I need is one last drink.
Be a pal – don’t let me down.
I’m kinda glad you’re still around.
It’s over now – time to go.
Switch out the light and take me home
- Author: Andy Hunter ( Offline)
- Published: January 29th, 2023 15:43
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 8
Comments1
reads like the beginning
of a poignant country song
a really good read, relatable
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Thanks for your kind words 😌
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