Empty Glasses Full Memories
We were talking and sharing drinks
Until the night pushed us to our brinks
Not enough energy left to muster chatter
Our words diminished to verbal clatter
The rising sun decides the first who blinks
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
