Partys Over Poem by Rachel The Hair Guru
Partys Over
Whats your poison
Whiskey, Rum?
I guess what ever
makes you numb.
Room spinning
round and round
One more drink
you may fall down.
Same old thing
night after night
Searching for something
to make you feel right.
Empty faces,
lonely souls.
Living this way
sure gets old.
Sad it is,
What a waste.
I turn my head
in disgrace.
Partys over
never wanted to stay
I will leave you here
and walk away.
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7/29/2025 5:23:48 PM # 1.0.0
Good stuff, flows well and has a relevant message thanks Nik