Laugh of the crowd
Music playing aloud
It was a Sunday night
That I find the one
A bottle of bourbon
The sweet taste of rum
Me and my friend seating at the bar
The bartender poured us a glass
Beautiful she is,
Amazing she seems,
The smell of Hennessy
A smile that could kill
Two glasses of margaritas
Looking at this Mamacita
Drunk yet in love
Asking for another one
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KRYS
PoetryWe all want to be different yet accepted We all want to be unique yet fit in I am who I am, past, future and present I am krys. Small poems about myself, what makes me me. Krys the good and the bad, the poet, lover, human, and monster. Behind every...
