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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