Crashing sounds,
friends laughter.
We drown ourselves with *****
Fooling around,
merry making.
Simply just to forget.
Beers gone dry,
friends lay drunk.
I sit alone, sober.
Thinking of her,
longing, searching.
My heart beats distantly.
Hopeless case,
vacant soul.
Something she stole.
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 6:20 AM UTC
Crashing sounds,
friends laughter.
We drown ourselves with *****
Fooling around,
merry making.
Simply just to forget.
Beers gone dry,
friends lay drunk.
I sit alone, sober.
Thinking of her,
longing, searching.
My heart beats distantly.
Hopeless case,
vacant soul.
Something she stole.
(c) Montes1275 *2009
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