Empty

Geomorphosis on Nov 6, 2009

Tags: Beers, booze, Empty, friends, laughter, love, soul

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Gloomy thoughts.

Crashing sounds,

friends laughter.

We drown ourselves with booze.

Fooling around,

merry making.

Simply just to forget.

Beers gone dry,

friends lay drunk.

I sit alone, sober.

Thinking of her,

longing, searching.

My heart beats distantly.

Hopeless case,

vacant soul.

Something she stole.

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Comments (5)

cutedrishti8 on Nov 6, 2009
Nice poem to read..
MMV Abad on Nov 6, 2009
I can sense sadness in this poem but I hope its not money that she took lol (kidding)
lillyrose on Nov 7, 2009
Sometimes its nice to be gloomy! great write.
Joe Dorish on Nov 7, 2009
We all feel gloomy at times.
Jane Jane on Nov 12, 2009
when being gloomy makes you write this poem then it’s not ba to be gloomy at times.

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