Bottles
Bottles
Pass me another bottle to pour down my sorrow,
My love I wrote you poem of me being drunk in morning tomorrow,
I love the poison poisoning my mind to come up with slick rhymes,
So pass a blunt I'll roll one tonight,
Getting fading as I puff puff pass here the lighter might,
Lose myself in the time I have,
Not at a club more like backyard with a bonfire,
As my lungs fill in exhale as we get higher,
Please let the Remy Scotch Bacardi kick in,
You'll see how inspire I be,
For my words curse you out at sea,
A sea of grief of a thief stealing my heart would be,
A hole in the chest am I a mess?
Dealing with stress so blast the music to the police come arrive,
Wait they cant private property as you probably will see,
A Jello shot is the best.
My love I'll have a swimming pools of liquor like Kendrick stated,
As you hated the way I dive in,
Born sinner you brought to your family dinner,
As I see you in a faded vision I can barely be.
So pass me an other bottle to the point I have bottles on bottles to where the European models,
I drink my sorrow,
Wait.... I forgot what I was saying---
Until the arrow that hit my heart burn,
To the ashes that our bridge is apparently appear apart,
You try to find me well turn in the darkest forests of Alice in wonderland,
Where I'll be where the wild things are,
As you stare at my life in a spiral,
LSD for I forgot about theses so pass me vodka,
Ten shot to you ten shots to me.
Written: 10/14/15
Copyright © Daniel Perez | Year Posted 2015
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