Weekend
drink your life away fool…..
braggart cool. pompadour daydreams
love in a glass of whiskey. Your bloodshot eyes
look at me over a shot of tequila. Young. Beautiful.
I staggar to you in our weekend dance. All inhibitions
lost in a bottle of gin. My weeks are emptier still, no talk,
no soul, no hello to console me. Live for the weekend and
waiting for our drunken ritual.
The Weekend by Lurking Fear, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.