A glass of tequila
A sip of lemon
More glasses of Vodka
A gaze in the phone
One more please!
She shouts after shots
Another here!
While she sips the last drop
She gets off her feet
Blurry visions welcome her sight
In her eyes escape the tear
If only the wine cures what she feels
She's drunk
But she loves it this way
So she never thinks of him again
So she would stop screaming his name
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Shades of Brokenness
الشعرI speak of brokenness and loneliness Because these are the emotions torturing my heart After being left broken Please read my other work. Painfully broken. I am not aiming for a rank. I am more than glad knowing there are readers who find time to r...
