Wednesday, November 10, 2010

A poem I wrote when I was drinking.... a lot

Passion
The bottle is my passion,
My one true love.
My only comfort, my only constant.
When I am down, I drink, my problems dissapear.
It sometimes ruins my pride,
that's not the point.
I asked for a double didn't I?
mm yes where were we?
Yes.
Passion, desire, no I'm just thirsty, I swear.

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