Thursday NightA Poem by meisterthoughts at the bar with a shot of cheap vodka...On a chilled Thursday afternoon Sitting at the bar satisfying my body with vodka Oops!
Looking through this bottle of vodka All
i can see is that smile i used to think about at night before i sleep There
isn't a day that goes by where i don’t think of you lately i have discoverd that this bad satisfying habit of looking for you at the bottom of a vodka bottle,
Trying to forget your face, but all I see is your glowing eyes and smile at the bottom of this vodka bottle... © 2016 meisterAuthor's Note
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