26 July 2012
Drink, glorious drink; Means I do not think; What no inhibitions? No need to make decisions.
Bipolar drunk, that's me; Happy as can be! Then sad for just a second, Then happy, so it's reckoned.
End up with some issues, Run-mascara - tissues? Kissing next-to strangers, Don't care about the dangers.
Flashing all the drunk guys, Somehow all the time flies. Buy you a drink? Yes please. Flirty, such a tease.
Short skirts and dresses, drunk? I swear my clothing's shrunk... Mirror image, blurry: Eyesight kind of furry.
A haze of smiles and lipstick, Lay the charm on way thick. 'Let's go to the alley!' Hide-and-seek, who's keeping tally?
Falling on my front door, Drink? Hell yes! I want more. I think it's time to stop now. And yet I do not know how.
Wake up in the morning, Memories start dawning... I'll never drink AGAIN... And so starts another chain...
Drunkenness. • Opuss № I