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I am drunk
why do they say as a skunk?
I've never seen a drunk skunk
I've never seen a skunk.
I'd like to see the sea with a skunk.
Go sailing, drink ***, look for mer skunks and then say: 'me and the skunk were drunk'
That would be funking good drunking!
© JLB
18/07/2014
Gavin Sebake May 2017
I rose from the clouds,
Awaken by the mist of your eyes,
Your heavy smile drunking me sorelesly,
Moving down my ribs down my flesh,
Hanging me to the best joy,
Growing your light over me
Taking all my breath astray.
Inspired by love
Allison Dec 2013
Do you ever regret not holding on tighter?
Do you lay awake at night wondering what could of been?
Do you think if you faught as hard as I did things would be different?
My mind always tells me that letting go and forgetting you is the best option.
But that hurt feeling in my stomach that keeps me awake tells me other wise.
Are you happy?
You look pretty happy with her wrapped around your neck like one of my necklaces you still seem to wear.
Is she everything I couldn't be?
Dose she appect your disgusting man ***** ways?
Dose she not care you have 5 other girls wrapped around your fingers?
I get that you are pretty happy with your drunking getting high college days that I couldn't be a part of even though you tried your hardest to make me.
I can tell she's just like you.
I never understood your type.
Great you can **** ***** *** girls
Claps for you.
You want a award for throwing away something that's was good for you?
You can have fun destorying your life when I tried fixing it.
Don't bother me when you realize your **** and have nothing.
And that when I told you I would always wait for you, has ended.
Mark C Jan 2013
I have taken you already,
my love - many times;
my heedless husband surrogate.

His (your) teeth at my breast,
drunking my head,
my belly close to –

lungs coursing in time
with his (your) tongue;
yet wresting (just)

his name
from sodden summer sheets.
Breathlessly my

eyes slam closed
as he preens pretended prowess.
Hollow, but composed, I smile;

reach out (to you, to you…) to him
and speak the wooden line
the scene demands.

— The End —