Taking Shots

Not even cheap wine can

cover up your lies.

Shot after shot, I don't even know why

The thought of you with her

-in between the sheets-

Makes me so sick, I cant even think.


It was suppose to be only me,

Those lips on mine, hands on my thighs

Empty promises, is this even love?

or was this lust, am i not enough?


Tired of this shit, these games you play.

You'll regret it all one day.

I know I've promised you I'd stay,

but i just don't know how much more i can take.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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