My Problem

Reads: 32  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 2

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Google+
This poem is about trying to drink your heartbreak away. We think that the cure for sadness is either in the bottom of a bottle or in a stranger's bed. But what happens when all of that hype goes away, as nothing lasts forever? What's the first thing that comes to your mind when the hangover comes and you're sitting alone? These solutions are temporary, but we go for it because at least for a night, they make us feel alive.

Submitted: June 06, 2017

A A A | A A A

Content

Submitted: June 06, 2017

A A A

A A A


My Problem

Went to the same old bar last night,
And took the first stranger home.
Another apple; same old bite;
Didn’t want to wake up alone.

And then I start to feel this pain;
Of you I must be thinking.
The only way to forget your name
Is by smoking, partying and drinking.

Whiskey, there ain’t enough,
For me to drown this sorrow.
Didn’t thought I’d be this rough;
Feels like a night with no tomorrow.

I walk the road of destruction;
You made me walk this way.
Now there’s no space for construction;
Of the night I am a prey.

I guess this is what I get,
For not finding someone new.
My problem is that I tend to forget,
I’m trying to forget I miss you. 


© Copyright 2017 browneyedsoul511. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply