Lipstick
I am a young beautiful woman
indeed
fun is what I always need
fun
it sounds funny
yes;
I forgot my lipstick
at the bar
and returned home
very far
not knowing myself
so far
whether or not, I remain a star
I lost myself
unaided is me
up and down is my own mind
restless
in a deep dam of confusion
swimming
like a duck, no water felt
because of booze
that keeps me smiling
even when a fly passes by
alcoholism
rules.
Drencho POET Loads
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