Late into troubled nights
I have often caught myself flaunting
A flicker of a smile, unaware.
It must be you thinking about me
After your two shots of Vodka
Or is it Rum
That you have these days?
If I could do a Neruda,
You would have smelt of summer roses
And Autumn pine.
There would have been sheer love
Of the kind that causes our hearts to ache
And loneliness bordering the divine.
You would have had so many secrets
Welling up as in a girly giggle
And so few friends who would hear them all.I am no Neruda
I can't paint you a Summer breeze
Amidst this long winter chill.
You would have smelt of summer roses
And Autumn pine.
There would have been sheer love
Of the kind that causes our hearts to ache
And loneliness bordering the divine.
You would have had so many secrets
Welling up as in a girly giggle
And so few friends who would hear them all.I am no Neruda
I can't paint you a Summer breeze
Amidst this long winter chill.
Alcohol induced thoughts...many ways to go with those...smiles and heartaches, both!
ReplyDeleteAlcohol brings out our inner thoughts in ways sometimes we cannot deal with... good and bad memories that take hold of us stronger because of the alcohol...
ReplyDeleteHmm ... too much alcohol can be trouble.
ReplyDeletegood text. and launna is absolutely right.
ReplyDeletethank you btw for your lovely comment on my blog ... and for your warm words.
they are highly appreciated <3
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dahi
Those images one creates, when away from someone ... lovely and painful at the same time ... beautiful write ... :)
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