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Aug 2019
Drowning in my Sorrows with Whisky and Nicotine
I swear I’m in trouble when it’s pouring rain
Shedding my tears by this highway lane
Somebody help me, Oh help me to ease this pain
I swear I was a better man When you were next to me
If you are not there then what’s the point of it
I’ll get up tomorrow again with a smile on my face
I’ll put on my mask for the world, but I’m not myself
Till then I’ll light up again, baby I know
Cigarettes won’t **** me but this loneliness will
I swear I was a better man When you were next to me
If you are not there then what’s the point of it
I hate to admit But I was young and a self-centered *****
I’m sorry for throwing a fit
And now I agree we were a misfit
Written by
RM  20/M/Toronto
(20/M/Toronto)   
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