I saw my reflection in the glass that I lifted to my face. It was the
reflection of a drunken disappointment, and this red wine tasted
like loneliness and sad poetry. I don't know what you did to
me, but
Hemingway, Neruda and Fitzgerald all went down in history,
and I'm starting to understand why. Unrequited love. One more sip
and the next drunken poet is me.
-Sandoval
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
I saw my reflection in the glass that I lifted to my face. It was the
reflection of a drunken disappointment, and this red wine tasted
like loneliness and sad poetry. I don't know what you did to
me, but
Hemingway, Neruda and Fitzgerald all went down in history,
and I'm starting to understand why. Unrequited love. One more sip
and the next drunken poet is me.
-Sandoval
