He sat there day after day
waiting for something more,
but nothing ever came.
His beer in his hand
and a cloud in his mind.
He wanted a girl
that could be his match.
I walked
into his alcoholic life
and left before to long.
I thought he was different,
but that was a lie.
I was no match
for his beer
or his anger.
I ranaway
from him
cause I didn't
know what to do.
He sat there day after day
waiting for something more,
but nothing ever came.
His blood flowed
like a whiskey river.
He drank himself
to hell.
He wanted a girl
that could be his match
and I left him
High and Dry
to die
in his alcoholic life.
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Comments
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A very nice piece filled with emotion, thanks for your great entry. Hugs, Bunny
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