DRUNK LOVING

Scents in high heels

Rudely preceding your bearer

Pulling him on strings

Laughing through my toffee

And spewing nonsensicals to maim my heart

Scents with noise

In a loud voice

Carrying daggers of separation

Do you have buttocks for a seat?

Do you have ears for a talk?

Please have a care

And know your character

You make me nauseous

Causing passions to flee for the light of my heart

And you blind his touch

III

You make him want

What he can’t hold sober

In your short travel to his being in madness

Please leave and let us be

Haven’t I suffered enough abuse at your hands?

Your destruction is palpable

Even in temples

Your bombs kill to ashes

Wherever you show

Give me back mine and go make love to your bottle, please

Tags DRUNKENNESS, DRUNKS, POETRY.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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