You're drunk again aren't you.
No need to reply with a lie.
I can tell by the way you're acting...
And the way that you try
It on. You know I don't feel the same.
You're just desperate when you're drunk.
But you kiss me and hold me...
And try to touch my junk.
I just brush it off,
Knowing its just the drink.
But a part of me worries...
This is what sober you thinks.
©Odd
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
There is no need for words. The silence says more than a thousand books. Anger, resentment, hatred. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it in my bones. Waiting for you to break before I do.
Push, pull, push, pull. It is what you want. Who are you trying to fool. Push, pull, push, pull. All I want is your love, though I know I look too cool. In, out, in, out.
There are no mean drunks or happy drunks, just mean and happy people who lose their inhibitions when they drink. And, it's never the alcohol talking; alcohol doesn't talk. As the Romans knew millennia ago, "in vino, veritas."
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