Waves
I think of you at night
And think of you at day.
I was a seaweed
And you were the waves.
You swept me away
When I washed up on your shore.
Eleven
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Metaphors of an Alcoholic
PoetryIt's because you consist of a lot of metaphors even the greatest poets can't write down. You don't deserve to be written down after all, only loved because you are a metaphor yourself. In love or broken, these metaphors are perfectly fueled by alcoh...
