Drunk LoveA Poem by ChristineAnn
Her past.
Is something she loves, to forget. And she only knows of one way to do so. With the boy of the week, and the drink of the day. She starts with slow sips. Her mind still a little ruff from the night before. But as the day goes on, and the memories start to return. The sips begin to become faster. Ready to forget, she puts on her best dress. And begins the pick. With a drink in her hand, and her eyes on the hunt. She chooses the best man, to help her forget all the other she has had before. She brings him home, and the rest fades to a blank. But yet, She always ends up alone in the morning, wanting to do it all over again. .....Krissy Straley....
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Added on July 9, 2013 Last Updated on July 9, 2013 AuthorChristineAnnAustin, United States Minor Outlying IslandsAboutFor where your treasure is, there your heart will also be! (Matthew 6:21) Be yourself ❤️ more..Writing
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