Drinks spill out
And fill their cups
Everybody
Sips them up
Except for me,
It's not for me;
For I want my eyes
To see things clear
I want my mind
To think bright thoughts
I want my heart
To love, unrestrained
I want my soul
To be snow-white
No, thank you, sir
No drink for me.
Ditto ! Gosh you're really good at writing poems about liek ANYTHINGG. SKILLS.
ReplyDeleteThis is what I should start telling to all the people who ask me all the time why don't I come "clubbing" etc. with them! You are a great writer :)
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