Thursday, February 2, 2017

In the Evening

Breakable he became ruthless with pride;
Feeling hopeless for romantic mind
By doing so he felt blind
He was drinking…
He was drinking…
To numb time

Rose, she swung towards helpless redemption
Misery enjoyed everyone else’s company;
How could she not drink?
He was drinking…
He was drinking…
From time to time


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