Drunk is the night,
Drunk with rain,
Drunk as I am
With ur kisses insane.
Now I cant talk,
Can’t even walk,
Forget about the pen,
Can’t even count till ten.
Drunk is the poetry,
Drunk with rhymes,
Drunk as i am.
I think it is a good time
To tell you how I feel
Just confess,
That the way just one
Wisp of your hair how it
Curls over your cheek,
And strays over your lips,
Makes me mad about you.
For tomorrow in hangover,
With a frightful headache,
In the afternoon
When I wake,
I can laugh and dismiss,
My words
And the sloppy kiss
As the ramblings
Of a drunken man
some people drink to drown there problems, but they seemed to be a good swimmer :)
drunk with rain...drunk with poetry...a drink to a drunk...lovely and natural poem
beautiful poetic ramblings...the opening four lines are the crown on the poem head...good work...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sure ramblings of drunken man.........and find the write in good...........