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Drunken Whispers


This Tale is true and mine

It tells th truth of an unspoken mind

Colorless clouds chose to collide tonight

Overwhelmed with thoughts and my aching chest.

You stood there dangling leaf

Alcohol running through your veins

Spilling words of hate and distress.

Hard reminiscing through my brain

I was that fragile child once more

Sheltered selfishly in her shivering arms.

Life giver and caring nurse

My mother in exhaustion- would cry for countless nights

Man of the house

Your throne collapsed in front of my eyes

You held my cheeks with tender drunken whispers

Faint fluttering eyes flashing lies

I can't take your morning regret

Running away became the cure

Soothing sad melodies drove me

Someplace rather safe

As I know they can relate

Maybe one day they'll make me forget.

 

 
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