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I Fell In Love With A Stranger

I fell in love with a stranger
I haven’t the balls
to ask her name

I fell in love with a stranger
and I can’t breath
when I see her

I fell in love with a stranger
and I wonder
if she notices me

I fell in love with a stranger
and I feel like I look
at her too much

I fell in love with a stranger
And she wears a school
pin every day

I fell in love with a stranger
and I wonder what she’s
doodling on her notes

I fell in love with a stranger
and I’m playing out our
first words,  laughs
Kiss.

I fell in love with a stranger
and the guy next to her
makes her smile

I fell in love with a stranger
and I want to
make her
smile

I fell in love with a stranger
and she’s got the most
perfect nose

I fell in love with a Stanger
and she wears big
hipster
glasses

I fell in love with a stranger
And she loves what
I  love

I fell in love with a stranger
and she wears clothes only
the most modest

I fell in love with a stranger
and I’m hoping she
finally looks at me

I fell in love with a stranger
and I wouldn’t know how
To speak to her
without shaking

I fell in love with a stranger
and I’m missing my
chance

I fell in love with a stranger
and I hope she
is waiting on me

I fell in love with a stranger
and I see her hold hands
with the boy next to her

I fell in love with a stranger
And now I’m sure you
know.

I fell in love with a stranger
and she didn’t fall in love
with me.

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The First Drunk Poetry Experiment Continued : Hangover Edition

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Diamonds

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Cloud

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Survival

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It Made Me Write

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Drunk In The Afternoon

The Call

At the end of our
Calls
I’m so dependent
The exchange of
I love you,
You were too
Then you
Stopped
Loving.

Self #2

Every once in a while
There is a young mind
Thriving of horror
And inebration
Mutilated by the
Folly of his
Surrounding.

Her #6

I needed
You to say
You Loved
Me
Because
You meant
It.

Work

30
Minutes untill I have
To go back to
Hell.
Why do they trick
You into thinking
Work is freedom

Untouchable

I feel like a
Man with aids
In the 80’s
Untouchable
Unlovable
Unforgivable
For a sin
That he
Did not
Commit

I just need to
Be
Loved.

Truth

To thy
Self
Be true
I phrase
I haven’t
Followed
Since I met
You.

Self

In this
race
of self
implosion.
I can tell only one thing,
I’m
winning

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The Last Flight

Every flight
the question of
death
raises in my mind.
Would the
Person next to
Me,
hold my hand
as we fall to death.
This time
the seat
Is
empty.

-DrunkPoetryExperiment

“Nothing Had Soul Like The Olympia”

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