Tuesday, September 25, 2012

DRUNKEN LOVERS

She could drink with me
until our insides broke,
tearing down the night
with our wild laughter,
stampeding despair
as we trampled our minds
beyond repair.

We were in love
and we came together
like two tears
left over from trust.
Unwillingly guilty
until the first drink,
serving our sentence of passion
night after night,
with the uncontrollable desires
of our desperate lives.

Always trying to break into tomorrow
with the pains of our hopes,
and the rhetoric of the dreams
that haunted us.

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