and like a flip of a switch,
suddenly i couldn't stay sober.
finding myself at three
in the morning,
sipping on my bacardi,
in random men's cars
and being their passenger princess.
but not more than a night,
because you promised,
that i'd be yours forever.
-zmh
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drops of champagne
Poetrydrops of champagne stains my skin, as memories of your lips burn with each passing sip as i float down to hell with you. DISCLAIMER: if you see any grammar mistakes, i do apologize but also let me know so that i am able to fix them as soon as pos...
