In the dark and in the cold
the mists when I exhale
suddenly your face they mauld
and pain now feels so stale
vivid stars sparkle in your eyes
courting game begins
the moon is bright but still it shies
when I reveal my sins
the bottle stares into my face
sinful drink and cheer all night
I need to take away the space
in haze I hope that you just might
love me like I want you to
with all my imperfections
please, just say: “I do”, “I do!”
do not sigh with correptions
these drunken wishes of my soul
as haze gets thicker and whole world
come crashing down – you say I am foul
I pawn my heart for bottle’s whirl.
24th June 2008
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