Eyes are blurring
As I look,
Bottle keeps me lusting to taste,
Drunken bottles are at my side,
Next day to buy ice cones,
I murmur at myself,
Where I am, why I am,
And the reasons that are,
People look at me as dog,
Because
I have drunk,
My mom asks me,
Why do you drink?
I said,
‘I miss my heart’
Never knowing the love I had,
My face falls in gloomy,
As the empty bottles follow me… in search of
my missed heart in wine shop…
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