It's my own fault for being alone,
it has me walking by myself home.
My shadow follows like a copied clone,
as my thoughts around this roam.
Taking looks towards my left and right sides,
empty handed silently I walk ahead.
Slipping in and out my emotions try to hide,
remembering the last words to me she said.
"If one more time you drink yourself to bliss,
this face you won't be going home to see,
no more hugs, no more welcoming kiss.
It's alone you will come home to be."
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 21st, 2025 19:12
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Comments2
The effects of drinking too much. Well rhymed and metered. Well done
It was fair warning, after all.
Good, short to the point write.
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