Showing sad poems for tag "frustration"

Punch Drunk

Mika Grey

I thought by now I'd have life figured out;
Instead I'm looking for happiness 
at the bottom of a bottle,
burn and thrum pulsing,
Chardonnay melodies crooned from whiskey soaked lips.

4 am and I run sobbing my frustrations
desperation calling out its lovely lies
"I love you" 
but for how long?

I grew tired of never ending secrets
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