Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2020
You poured your words
into my whiskey glass.
Over and over
again.
I drank every drop
In good faith.
Hopelessly drunk
on a dream of love.

Now you fill my glass
and pour it down the drain
as I reach for you.

This hangover
is gonna be my worst.
I woke up somewhere I dont know
Owen
Written by
Owen  27/M/Ft. Campbell TN
(27/M/Ft. Campbell TN)   
165
   efni
Please log in to view and add comments on poems