Let’s get drunk, my love
on your madness
my delirium
and cheap red wine…
We can pass the remainder
of our days
and boring autumn nights
talking about the finer more repulsive things
that exist in this life
and quite possibly in
worlds beyond…
We can trade tears for smiles
smiles for tears
and just this once
fall back into the arms
of saccharine
(two grains away from being nearly bitter)
simplicity…
Now my dear,
there will be no disapproving glares
or accusations of foolish dreams…
You always tend to forget
that
only people of our sort
learn to be completely happy
even entirely content
soaking, bathing, and drowning in
madness
delirium
and cheap red wine… |
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