After the Party
No more whiskey; no more pills
No more void to try and fill
No more tears; no more broken heart
No more hitting bottom; no more brand new starts
No more excuses; no poor poor me
No more swimming in a pool of gluttony
No more bad days-with bad nights to follow
No more emptiness; my heart no longer hollow
No more wishing; no more let downs
No more waiting; for whose not around
No more dwelling on my negative past
No more because I found true love at last
Copyright © Melissa Lane-Morgan | Year Posted 2013
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