I try not to lie
But my soul is always asleep
And my heart is a mute
I've made promises
That I did intend to keep
But I didn't follow through
Why you ask
Because I like to go down the road
Of wines, beers, and liquors
I'm an alcoholic
And it is the only luxury I seem to be able to afford
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If we all were more honest we would probably live in a better place.... :) It is a human vice you know.