A/N: Thsi was made by my gf...I'M SO PROUD OF HER! Fallow her
All the nights I hear the snap of a beer can.
The cap of a one drink after work became plural the caps of the beers and the other drinks that taste so dry and bitter but they make me feel better for the too second sip of this concoction that had consumed my life and made my dreams fade like the extra foam that the bartender gives me because I'm his most often customer.
My once beautiful bright eyes were drowned in the beverage I consume every night in a blink of an eye that has no alcoholic eye bags.
The now plural caps of the liquid disaster are scattered all over the floor of my kitchen like how my priorities are scattered in a way where I can't put them back in place in stead I open up another and another until my alcoholic eye bags are covered with a flood of liquor tears.
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PoetryBasically how I feel through poetry. There will be a lot you might not understand so I'll try to give good backroad before every chapter. Hope someone will like this stuff besides my school votes.
