The Visions Of A Drunk Heart


A grievous vision,of a drunken pleasure,
and prisoner to the one I love.
Behold I flee, my heart in fear,
consider this my last cry.
Mindful of the past, dwelling in the pain,
in sleepless nights I tremble.
Her voice so shrill, like the sound of dead flowers at a grave,
she whispered.

There is no love left for you..
But my heart, it keeps on beating.

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