A Rusted Crown
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"Poetry is what happens when your mind stops working and for a moment all you do is feel" -Author Unknown
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DECISIONS MADE THROUGH THE EYES OF ALCOHOL
lilac colored lips
stained with breath and crooked teeth
their damaged taste
Lipstick-painted wine glass
left from last night’s memory
the sweet sting of rum
as my tongue melts into yours
drunk, i crave your lips
(February 5, 2012)
THE STORY BEHIND THE POEM
I drank every night for years, and along with all of the alcohol came a lot of bad decisions.
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