It takes me to another world,
Sends my head into spins,
As a perfect ten becomes the mark on every girl.
A goofy glee is the trend on my face,
With an atmosphere so incapably gay;
My bottle and I have found our place.
But after one too many, my glide turns to a stumble,
My speech no longer suave,
And my sight curtailed as all folks are seen as doubles.
My bliss in a bottle comes to an end
With my body in the most groggy of fashions,
My eyes dim and my torso is thrown, completely without knowledge,
As deep into a dreamless sleep, my mind is sent.
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Poetic Mind
PoetryThese are some poems from my compilation by the same title. All the poems here hav already been written down by me n i jst pick out randomly which one i wud like to upload. My goal is to reach over 100 poems b4 i turn 20. So please people i hop u wi...
