Sun rises on the day,
and incinerates the night before.
Bodies stumble to the kitchen,
jello legs drag across the floor.
Silence hangs in the air,
as we sip on our open drinks.
We hate us now, sick and tired,
but one day we'll think...
Think of the drunken friends,
all the spilled drinks,
all the puked out brains,
all the drinking games,
all the endless laughs,
and all the times we crashed,
and all the love we shared,
under one small roof.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
Sun rises on the day,
and incinerates the night before.
Bodies stumble to the kitchen,
jello legs drag across the floor.
Silence hangs in the air,
as we sip on our open drinks.
We hate us now, sick and tired,
but one day we'll think...
Think of the drunken friends,
all the spilled drinks,
all the puked out brains,
all the drinking games,
all the endless laughs,
and all the times we crashed,
and all the love we shared,
under one small roof.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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