The last time I was drunk,
man, I felt bad.
I shouldn't have taken
that first sip,
because then I couldn't stop.
Building on this euphoria,
I wanted more and more.
Then you snatched it away,
saying I have had enough.
Moping now in soberness,
I wish I was really drunk.
'Cause the hang-over love causes
is much worse than anything I know...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good and true. Marilyn