Being Drunk

Being Drunk

I wish I could lose control,


As a drunkard!


As only then I could open my heart,


Before you as a custard!

 

 

The sea of words is there,


In my heart,


Dying they are to stir,


To reach you sweetheart!


 

As a shackled prisoner my words fall,

 

Your soul does not receive my heart’s call!

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